[In that time, Bruce has got half a dozen blocks, roughly 2x3, carved out of the ice, and he packs them one by one to their makeshift shelter. He adds them to the front, near enough to the little fire, which he shifts closer with his boot. There's enough fuel to keep it burning a few more hours. All night if they're frugal with it. The cape's natural insulation is the best windbreak they have short of building a wall of ice to huddle behind.
He blocks off the sides of the loue and enters himself. There isn't much room, but Murphy takes up hardly any space and Bruce has endured worse training with Zatara.]
You're bleeding.
[He can see it, with the cowl's night vision. Little dark spots on the snow.]
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He blocks off the sides of the loue and enters himself. There isn't much room, but Murphy takes up hardly any space and Bruce has endured worse training with Zatara.]
You're bleeding.
[He can see it, with the cowl's night vision. Little dark spots on the snow.]