"I don't know," she replied as she shifted closer to him. She was cold, but she didn't think it was something that would go away, no matter how warm he was, or how many blankets she piled on herself.
She was aware of the flickering candlelight; with the thing having passed so close, the room lights were out. She knew they'd pop back on sooner or later, but she didn't care either way.
"I don't like those things," she stated, though it felt a bit like she was eyeing a dead horse she was about to start beating. Who would like something that dredged up horrible memories and sucked every trace of happiness away?
There wasn't really any way to get away from them, either. The lobby, or the kitchen, but eventually more people would be down there, and she wasn't feeling overly social.