Re: eddie/muerte quicklog
[The upper floor was that strange mix of quiet and busy that certain places took on. The women were moving around with purpose, seeing to some of the children while also making the rooms into something more to their liking. So many of them were still basic and blank, a few with office furniture or construction items that betrayed what may have been the building's previous use. Any room with anything especially dangerous in it was locked against little, curious hands, only opening for one of the adults.
The little girl looked up when she realized that there was someone lingering in the doorway, and she stared at Eddie with big eyes, the look of a child who wasn't quite certain if she was supposed to be scared or not. The moment hung, a second away from uncertain screams, but before it could happen, a look of relief passed over her face, joined by a soft whisper of "Zoya".]
Он является другом, дорогая. Продолжайте читать. Твоя мать скоро вернется.
[The voice came from over Eddie's shoulder, quiet in the way everything else on the floor was.]