There is no way to help someone that doesn't want it.

Waver stood there, watching the scene unfurl while the smoke curled off of his cigarette into the salty breeze. The acrid scent of it was an odd comfort in the foreign landscape-- the familiarity of it's taste and it's weight helped ground him when confronted with this frankly shameful display.

"Very well," He scoffed-- flicking ash in her direction with a gesture as sharp as his tone.

He turned on his heel to leave.

"I hope you have the welcome you deserve."