[ A shuddering and helpless exhale at hands on him, but there's nothing for them to find except Silco's wiry body. ]

Scraped my hands. Nothing serious.

[ Snapped nails and grazed palms as he'd thrown himself in a frenzy at hateful rocks. Vander's body is softer by contrast, warm reassurance. Of course it's terrible that others died, but not this one, the center of his little universe that all else circles. ]

Kytter. Tunneller too, but she's been dug out alive. Denrich is missing, they think he might be trapped further in. And you were — they didn't mark you off sick, it was only when Tun said you hadn't been on the shift we realized you weren't caught in it.

[ An exhale, and with this report completed he buries his nose back in Vander's chest, indulging himself in it. ]