“We’re near some living areas. We could go to our apartment but it’s loud and crowded, there are empty ones near it. No one will mind.” She told him, still tucked in to his side, an arm wrapped around his back with his shirt wrinkling where she held it tightly between her fingers. She needed to hold on, even if she knew it would do nothing if this place wanted him to be gone.
She shrugged a little bit. “It’s like the island. None of us know how we got here. After they took down the spire and everything went cold we just sort of fell asleep and then woke up here.” Not everyone. He hadn’t. But the others that had gone could be discussed later. “Some were asleep for days, some better part of a year. I think there still might be one or two that haven’t woken up yet.”