Cut through Redcliffe for a shortcut, said Wash, and while the headings he gave tended to be on the money this was a little distract'n and distress'n for someone that had vague ties to the place. 'Bout a decade ago he'd come here for shelter. For peace when he still had faith left for much of anything. It was that echo of familiarity, that ache where his faith used to be that had Mal wandering through the snow and cold to the Chantry.

Mess made of it in times of war, and that don't much surprise him none.

A sister work'n her hardest to put it to rights all by her lonesome? Not surpris'n, but someth'n worth commenting on. Mal leaned in the doorframe for a long moment, watching her before Jayne shuffled his way in, all big paws flat on the stone floor, snuffling about the debris for treats. "Don't mind him, he's just look'n for food."