Antigone gave him another thin smile - she could feel how puffy her eyes were, like they were touching her cheeks when she smiled, almost. They were going to look like this for hours too, which might bother her later but right now she was past caring what she looked like. “'We’re each of us alone, to be sure. What can you do but hold your hand out in the dark?'" she said, quoting. "I've been reading a lot of Ursula le Guin recently, that line in particular stuck with me."