Bennet shifted just enough to holster his own weapon, and then gently took the gun from Claire's hand, not loosening the hold his other arm had around her for even a moment.
"It's okay, Clairebear. You did the right thing. You did the right thing, baby girl, and it's okay. He's safe. Toby's safe, and you're safe." He started to turn, placing himself between Claire and that spot on the ground. "Let's go inside and get you something to drink, okay? Just stick by your old Dad."