"Achilles, you never have to apologise to me," she said, bundling him through the door so she could lock it after him. "Come on, over to the sofa."
She led him into her house, lighting their way with her flashlight as much as she could. When they reached the sofa, she was glad that it at least was surrounded by candles with slightly eradicated the darkness in her small living room. "I have enough supplies gathered. After last years' hurricane, I made up an emergency kit. How are you? You don't look like you are doing very well."