Some of the group go off to hurriedly get one set up. The leader under dante seems to be well, but not looking like he intended to move from his spot leaning against the wall for a bit, his arms crossed around his midsection. 

Astra sighs, looking over at Bane, "You should be sitting" she reprimands him softly. Her hand gently rubs Dante's back while he's in her arms.