It took Gyre some time to get ready this morning, his hands shaking as he tried to settle his mind. He remembers these cracks in the ground. He has very bad memories associated with these cracks in the ground. He doesn't know what to do with himself once he's found places for the collapsed bits of his camp, and he's moving just to move until he breaks the line of trees. His eyes hit Craydon first, and the sight of smoke in the air makes his chest tighten.

By the time he's gotten into town, he's moving with purpose, but there's an unguarded terror just behind his eyes, his body shaking when he's not using it to help people. Here, he's climbing the side of a building with his bare hands to collect a family stuck a couple floors up. Here, he's asked Fen for a long pole to try to lever a slab off concrete off someone trapped underneath. Here, he's standing at the edge of an alley, taking deep breaths to steady himself, running his fingers through his hair over and over again before he runs back out into the street.

He's going to exhaust himself, but he's going to help as many people as he physically can.