Dante caught the gun in midair and slid the strap over his head to mount it on his back, storing his pistol away as well. "*censored*." He muttered under his breath, turning to go back the way he came. Not even a few steps later, his legs gave out momentarily from exhaustion and he feel flat on his face.
Immediately, Virgil was by his side, whimpering and nudging him, his ears pulling back when Dante pet his head.
"I'm fine." The hunter told his dog. "Just a bit tired from all the running." Carefully, he reached up to grip at Virgil's fur, using the strong dog's body to pull himself up. Dante glanced at Elle once before gently pushing himself off Virgil and carefully walking back the way he came from, trying not to look any weaker than he had already made himself.