( Relief compiles on relief. He sags further; his shoulder presses gently against hers, lighting up immediately with warmth as it does. Bicep to bicep, elbow to elbow, hand to hand. Companionable in a way they totally shouldn't be, but nevertheless, strangely, are.

Which is good, because he's so... so fucking tired. He doesn't really have it in him to be anything but companionable right now. )

I think... the ones I know about... Inej, Willhelm. Sylvain. They got out around the same time I did. A few people had to stay back, to help us get out. Castiel, Istredd, Nero. That blonde... Captain America looking guy. I don't know about the rest. The pit was shaking, things were kind of falling apart, I think they woke something up, screwing around with those shrines. Something... big.