[Hers is not the first voice to tell Jaime not to follow his heart. The screams and cries are ripping him to pieces, sitting inside and doing nothing. Fear never leaves the young shiftling, but the desperation only grows the longer he sits. He can only think of his sister out there, and what he would do for her or his long gone family if they were the ones here. But they aren't. Jaime is alone, but if anyone is out there they could be someone else's sister, mother, brother, father. Someone who had people to miss them and worry about them.
His eyes burn with tears the brim at the rims of his eyelids and he doesn't look at her, his hand tight on locked door handle, but motionless. His whole body is in a state of conflict, shoulders hunched and shaking, head cast down with his eyes locked on his own hand. His free hand clenches tightly so his nails dig into the skin of his palm.]
Indoors
His eyes burn with tears the brim at the rims of his eyelids and he doesn't look at her, his hand tight on locked door handle, but motionless. His whole body is in a state of conflict, shoulders hunched and shaking, head cast down with his eyes locked on his own hand. His free hand clenches tightly so his nails dig into the skin of his palm.]
People are dying and we're just sitting in here.