[Crow's shoving things around, looking in the old furniture for anything they can use. Whoever left this place behind had covered things like chairs and the bed, so yanking the moldy coverings off and chasing away spiders leaves things... musty but usable. At least enough to get Rean off the floor. Which Crow is doing, by picking up the bundle and unrolling it onto the bed. He's hoping the change in Rean's colouring means he'll be... Rean.]

Morning, sunshine.