[ Crowley is sticking close to the campfire for the sake of a few familiar faces that he needs to keep an eye on. Otherwise he would have already left, given he neither needs warmth or rest before heading out back to Olympia.
However, the reach for another piece of wood when the fire appears to be going down is done instinctively. In his years as a human he knows better than to let it go out, at least when it's still obviously needed. He blinks upon contact, but his expression remains relatively relaxed. Grabbing the stick before feeding it into the fire. ]
Are you talking about the sky? [ His tone of voice is incredibly flat, but there's a brief sign of humor as he snorts. ] Sure. It's great.
the campfire
However, the reach for another piece of wood when the fire appears to be going down is done instinctively. In his years as a human he knows better than to let it go out, at least when it's still obviously needed. He blinks upon contact, but his expression remains relatively relaxed. Grabbing the stick before feeding it into the fire. ]
Are you talking about the sky? [ His tone of voice is incredibly flat, but there's a brief sign of humor as he snorts. ] Sure. It's great.