Cremisius "Krem" Aclassi

It was difficult to call it a campfire, because they did not keep a fire lit. But there was fire involved, a small ring of candles from which one could be taken and secured in a lantern if someone positively needed to venture away from the group during the night.

Krem had insisted, when they'd become collecting people, that they watch in circuits. Even if Noah wasn't capable of sleep, Krem liked to have him with him when he laid down, and he knew others did as well, for their own reasons. Even with their hysterias all risen, they were finding balms with each other. It was the best they could ask for.

For now, it was Krem's watch. He had a lantern set already, prepared to wander if he needed to, though he had no specific plans. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows that, from time to time, seemed to whisper to him. He was exhausted. He was angry. He hated this place.

He had to keep it together, for everyone else.