Kurt perks up as soon as Miles returns, never once taking their eyes off him. They have to be ready for anything. No matter what he demands, they have to get to it right away. As soon as he gestures to the coals, Kurt nods and starts crawling on their hands and knees to the fireplace as fast as they're able, not affording themself the luxury to care about how mortifying the act is. Debasing themself like this is honestly much easier than getting up to stand when so heavily pregnant. They're expected to stay on their knees by the chair, anyway. Why even bother?

They try to hold on to the little things. The low heat still eminating from the coals feels amazing against their freezing hands. The wood smells really nice, a tiny touch of the forest they miss so much within the stuffy confines of the cabin. They get to be useful, to do something, rather than sit around and wait all day. It doesn't matter how small or stupid it is. They'll cling onto any little thing that distracts them from contemplating the horror of their situation. If not, they'd go insane with grief.

Gently piling kindling and logs on top of each other, Kurt diligently stokes the coals with a branch–they're not allowed a proper fire iron–watching as the bark and wood shavings catch fire. They're getting better at this. Alpha got so upset with them the first couple of times when they couldn't get it going fast enough. Now, little flames are already licking the sides of the heavy logs, singing the wood, slowly engulfing them. Kurt glances up at Miles past their stringy bangs, silently asking if this is okay. If this helps. If they did good.

They just want to make their Alpha happy.