Fulcrum is bound and determined that Krok won't be allowed to just wallow in misery for once, is he? Krok sighs – a shallow thing, quiet and uneven – before stepping aside to let Fulcrum in. It feels just as tense for him as the other night, for wholly different reasons.

"Did you need anything?" he asks and gestures toward the kitchen. He has rations to spare; it's difficult, forcing himself to drink an entire cube in one go. He's not used to such largesse. He doesn't mind sharing.