curled up with an oversized blanket covering her entire form, luca watches the small fire in front of her spit sparks, allowing the warmth of it to give her comfort, even if it’s just fleeting. “do you think we’ll ever get back home?” she asks, quietly.
Nate pauses for a brief moment before turning his towards her to answer her question. “Maybe, i’m not really sure to be quite honest,” he told her adjusting himself in the seat. “i guess it could be worse though.”















