As the world crumbled down around him, quite literally, there had to be a way to keep everyone's mind afloat... to keep moving along. The first step was to gather. Bryiath had met up with the wanderers together accordingly, counting who was present and missing. For now, only Sojourn came up 'empty,' the lion noticing she had left her body. Even so, they needed to continue. With Aphra looking for damage, he had managed to assign himself to finding and building a place for them to stay.

After some time assessing the damage, he had managed to come upon a flat area within the sanctuary island. It's position was high, untouched by the landslide. The boreal trees were still standing. Only the land was slightly wet, leaving them questionable foundation. It was the best they could do. With his manipulation, the lion began to slowly rumble the ground underneath his paws, forcing water droplets to rise out of the mud and down the slope and leaving dry dirt in it's midst.

Once finished, a soft sigh left him. Now onto house design. Seeing that he lived within a cave, interior and exterior design was obviously not his specialty. Thankfully, it wasn't a one man job. For now though, rather than pestering the rest, he began to form stone walls for a single home. Tension kept his muscles still as he worked. Releasing his grip on the ground, the wall finished rising up from the floor after a few moments. His head had already begun to pound. It was going to be a long day... Hopefully there would be help soon.

His focus broke free from the next wall that was beginning to rise, causing the rock to halt in it's place. The wall was only mid-way. Ears pinned backwards as she spoke, listening carefully to her concern, only to return to his duties. The lion's gaze narrowed to the structure in front of him. His claws dug into the floor. Once again, the wall began to jut upwards. "I'm..." His tone drifted off. He grunted, giving one final push of his elementals to move the wall all the way up. "Okay." A ragged sigh left Romulus, noting that he had two more walls and ceiling to form. The mudslide had made him weary. Doing this took a lot more energy than usual.

Claws unhinged from the floor. His head craned in Inferno's direction with a brow furrowed in distaste. "I don't necessarily see anyone else doing it, so I must," he simply stated. "It keeps me busy." Away from the thoughts that reigned in his mind too.