He nods too, borrowing her conviction. For a moment, he settles into silence. Well, it's never truly silent, with the crackling of the fire and the wind whistling off the rocks, but compared to the constant hum of the pit, it's halfway peaceful. His ears still strain for any sound out of place beyond their camp, any warning of a nearby threat. It's habit now, even though there are others keeping watch at the perimeter.

"Do you still hear them?" he asks quietly after a little while. "People who aren't really there?"