"I'm fine. My head's a little fuzzy," she admitted, gesturing with a vague wave of her hand near her temple. She turned to press her lips to his grimy palm, another sob caught in her throat.

"Where are we? Do you remember what happened?" She asked, dashing a hand across her cheek, tears smearing soot across her skin. "I was out for most of it."

Her knees buckled and she allowed herself to sit on the straw-covered floor, her fingers still gripping his shirt.