Bloom is watching idly while his friends are winding down from the day, each in their own way. But really he's not watching David and Clark bicker while Megan is pretending to be annoyed by their shenanigans. He's also not watching Sharylda in her separate corner hugging herself or Jacques staring at her with an inscrutable look on his face.
Bloom's attention is only on one man. Focused on the flow of his meteor hammer. All movement. Grace. Danger. Beauty. Strength. The man who cries over hurting insects and during battle turns into the most brutally efficient killing machine. Puzzling.