"I'm here, I promise I'm right here..." It felt good and grounding to be touched, to feel his hand cradling her head, as if she hadn't had him nearby in weeks. You haven't. You haven't at all. She felt so goddamn tired. Even the snow outside seemed dull and grey now, nothing new, nothing that could make anyone happy. Her world had contracted now, and it was only Erran. If they came for either of them again, she'd lose it. She'd fuck something or someone up and she knew it. The next time they took somebody, they would look.
She laughed, dry and short, against his neck, and turned her face into his shoulder. She felt very stupid and very, very young just now. "I just thought--how fucking sick am I, I just thought next time they take somebody, we'll look. It's such a given. This place is insane, Erran, how can anybody stay sane in here--"