[ .... ] the utter silence coming from the outside was peaceful, tranquil, wanting. the chaos that was thrusted into their journey had been draining and it was finally freeing to feel a sense of relaxation in this remote, abandoned cabin with @careol. of course, he was still burdened with the consuming concern of where their people ended up, if they survived after the attack, if ... his sister was still alive out there, somewhere. but, right now, there wasn't anything he could do but wait until morning. tyreese was enjoying the emptiness of the outside through the glass of the stained window until carol had spoken with a soft, careful voice. his attention was turned to her, eyes noticing the way her delicate fingers fiddled with the elastic wrapped around her wrist. his heart fell in sadness for carol, not sure exactly what to say in this instance, but he wanted to be there for her. he sighed softly, staying by the window, ❝ sophia, right ? ❞ he asked, his voice matching the same gentle tone she carried. ❝ what was she like ... ? ❞ he asked, genuinely curious.