As ever these past few days, Billie isn't far when he reacts that way. To what, she can't say. Snapping her head up to look around them, she'll find no immediate threats. Just Daud, hurt, or seem to be, in any case. She drops the broom she had in hand — blackened by all the soot and no doubt useless for anything else because of it — and steps immediately to his side, reaching out to steady him.

Her first thought is to make fun of him being old and being winded so easily but with how tense it's been, with how utterly devoid of pretty much anything he's been, she falls back to a simple, quiet, "You alright?"