Someone else is picking through the pillows and blankets when Seth gets there. Gyre has most of what he needs, but he'll always look through freely offered stuff when it's there. He's found a small but spectacularly soft blanket in the pile, and he's worrying the corner of it between his fingers as he ponders whether he wants to take it.

His gaze only briefly shifts to register Seth, taking a second to recognize him from earlier in the day, before he goes back to thinking.

"Evening."