Like before, Freya lays down with Carver. It worries Leah down into the coils of her soul that Carver allows it. That he's gone so quiet and still that he isn't trying to fight them, to do chores or clear the room.

She opens one of the gear bags without a word and shakes out two pills from an unlabeled bottle, holding them out to Pope. "Lie down," she orders softly. "Sir. You need to rest. I'll make you some more food."