[He sees that clenching of teeth and for a moment it looks like he's going to say something.

But Lenka lets him pull it back together, because all of them have spent so much time today -- so much time this week -- flying apart already. They're going to need their strength for the weeks ahead, and while he can't protect the younger children from this, from the death that crouches at the end of every week with grinning teeth and grasping hands he can at least try to give them the time and room to prepare for it.

That's really all he can do for now -- grit his teeth, double down and prepare and grasp at any answers and truths he can. Sometimes that means reaching for people, trying to keep them together as best he can.]

... You can take a little time. But you should talk to Chuuta again, when you can. [because they're all still trapped here, and they have to hold on to what they can, while they have it; he won't push, but he'll offer nudges] And if you need to, for a little while... I'd have to ask those in my cabin. But we have an extra bunk.

[It would be a lot better than sleeping outside, though many of them have done that too.]