"We should find a way to gather them." If he's seen so many, why all separate? "Perhaps that's one way we find our answers."

Her smile returns when he sits beside her, and it takes far too much to resist the urge to reach for him. To toy with his dark curls.

"I hardly see how a building is meant to keep us safe."

She wiggles closer, switches the glass from one hand to the other, and snakes her newly freed hand around his middle. Makes it easier to press her cheek to his shoulder as she looks up at him.

"I know," is her soft answer. There was nothing tethering her to this world, now, save him. "Tell me what you've kept busy with here."