Evan winced as the vicinity got brighter due to a campfire lit. He could feel it, tiny holes peering into the thin layer of ice armor around his right boot. A hint of sparkling smoke, pouring downward.
	"[color=6ecff6]It is warm...[/color]" Evan affirmed to himself. He scooted over, moving slowly with his left arm and legs, facing upward like an upside-down spider, then let out a soft, pained breath as he settled just beside but not too close to Athena and her thigh-pillow Louise, intent on using them as heat shields against the treacherous warmth of the campfire.

Something ticked him off. A different spot of heat on the opposite side, his left side. Evan glanced at it, and it was truly so. Jonas Delving's partizan, stuck in the outer wall of the compound.
	Thinking about it, was that what injured Jazdia?
	"[color=6ecff6]Athena... You also use spears... right?[/color]" Evan glanced at her, while pointing at the black-gold weapon with his left hand.