Lisa carries Luna through the concealed passage and into the refuge’s inner shelter. She lowers her carefully beside the divided provisions, keeping one arm behind Luna’s shoulders while Luna’s legs remain useless beneath her.
The shelter is dry and dim, smelling of stone, smoked meat, and berries. The sealed entrance stands quiet behind them; no other footsteps disturb the refuge.
Lisa
Rest here. I have you safely inside, for now. Can you hear me clearly?
Luna
The soothing voice still tells me to wake, then insists that every door and trapdoor must stay closed.
Sleep tugs at Luna’s awareness, making Lisa’s sheltering arm feel distant and heavy. Yet the cool air and the familiar roughness of the provisions keep her senses from vanishing completely.
Lisa
What happened in those neighboring chambers? I heard the voice, but not enough to learn who controls it. Did it speak to you directly?
Lisa
Take your time, Luna. Tell me anything you remember, even if it seems confused.
Lisa stays close, listening toward the hidden passage and then back to Luna. The refuge offers shelter, but its silence leaves her question waiting beside them.