Oh yes. It is quite dark, isn't it....Reira hadn't really thought of that. She allowed her eyes to adjust, but the fact was, darkness was darkness. She'd love a light, certainly.

But if there wasn't one, then there wasn't much she could do about it. Reira can feel someone, however-something clearer than whatever else (if anything is truly the source of those sounds) is around them. Worry, and regret, and a pile of negative things, not quite uncomfortably painful, but at the very least enough to make one anxious.

It's easier to ignore that feeling now, now that she's had some rest (however 'forced') and 'alone time' (however unfortunate in the reason). As it is-she chases the sensation, understanding quite well what it likely means. "Julien..!" she shouts again, chasing after and holding the edge of her nightgown as she runs, barefeet slapping against molded stone. "...Over here!" she adds, once she hears his voice. The sound echoes around them, but she pays it no mind.

One step at a time, after all.