She doesn’t mind the hug because it’s Sam and he’s objectively safe, and returns it in kind. “Did you have a strange dream, too?” She asks curiously. She picked the mirror, and she's regretted it ever since.

“I’m fine,” she insists with a nod. “We should… try to find some sort of shelter.” Time like this makes her miss the Sikurzoi. At least there was always shelter there, thanks to Sankta Marya. With that thought, she makes a religious sign across herself and sends a prayer to the Saint.