The group gathers a little slowly, some of them having stumbled on their way. It is definitely odd, to walk the grounds like thieves, under the blazing sky that has no sun, no matter how late the hour. Many of them are exhausted, but there are no complains; things had turned sour, but they bear it as best they can. Romeo's presence and cheer is a blessing.

Esteban is last, relieved when he reaches the group, curved in a shadowy cove underneath the large tent's rain protector. He does a quick headcount, just in case, before nodding at them all, then dropping down on one knee near the child.

"Great job out there!~" He cheers, and there is far less tension in him than had marred their early wake-up. "Quiet as a fox~" He offers one more shoulder pat, beaming, but it soon turns more serious, as he stands up in their group.

"Who's up to checkin' the tent out with me? We need t' be quick an' quiet."