Wrath holds still and just tries to breathe. Seconds stretch to hours for the few minutes he's away. It's not pleasant, any of it, when he starts taping up all the brackets and other shiny metal bits, but she just grits her teeth and maintains, because it needs to be done. Whining about it isn't going to accomplish anything.

And then it's just like he's... entranced. She can't see him that well, from the angle she's at, but it can't be good. From the look on his face, it really can't be good. "North?" she tries. "North, what's wrong?"