Somehow, incredibly, the shelter, Erskine's project, becomes something safe to do with himself. Ghastly lifts and carries and there is no small amount of hammering, and usually this means he is too tired to punch anyone.

Every day, the confused tangled ache of hurt and loss unties itself a little further.

It strikes him as odd when the others leave him and Erskine alone together, though Ghastly supposes that's because Hopeless won't be too far distant and will be able to step in if something goes horribly awry. Mostly he doesn't say anything about it, only keeps at the work. Work to help people, rather than fighting.

(Occasionally there is sewing instead, because he can and because some people need better clothing than they currently have.)