Hopefully he's not moving too quickly as he leaves out the door because Gyre has stopped directly outside of it. His head is tipped back, and he's staring at the three moons hung up in the sky, entirely intact.

His breathing is careful, controlled. He's trying very hard not to hyperventilate honestly, and he moves suddenly into the camp. Again, if he notices Seth at all, he doesn't say anything to him, picking up an Amarosian newspaper that's been abandoned beside the fire pit and reading it over.

"Fuck," he murmurs after a moment.