Nathaniel takes a deep breath, trying to keep himself treading above the clawing need inside Damian, the sadness threatening to well up and drown them again. He looks to Micah, sighing.

"Can you get me a couple of wet wash cloths and a towel, Micah?" he asks. The downstairs bathroom was the only one without a window, and Nathaniel really wanted to clean himself and Damian up. "And maybe find Anita's first aid kit so we can patch Richard up for the time being?"