[Tyki has no issue with running, only fools think on things like courage and honor in battle. Especially when it's less battle, and more giant monsters on the loose.]

Running is smart, it's a survivor's tactic. There's no shame in it. [Tyki tries to remember the little saying that he'd heard once, about the issue.] I think there's a saying, those who fight and run away? Live to fight another day. Better fleeing than a corpse, certainly.

[It'd be nice if that always worked. If no one could follow once you'd chosen to run from the fray.] But you can't always run. [He doesn't know how he can help, honestly. He just met the boy, and although he rather likes him and would like to keep him alive, it'd be easy to offend. He doesn't want to seem creepy or pushy. So he's not sure what he can do to keep him safe. Or safe enough, at least.

Then it comes to him. Tyki reaches behind him, and seemingly pulls a butterfly out of nowhere. In all truth, it came from his own body, but it's best not to show how different he is.

Then he offers it to Sal.] Do you want it? It's not a blade or gun, but it'll keep you safe in a pinch. [Against almost anything with organs and skin and bones. It's a beautiful little monster, and it's one of a legion. Even if he gives away a hoard of them, he can always breed more.] It's worth having, I assure you.