 Her pale eyes gleamed in the dim light, full of tears. She felt a little cold to the touch and he could smell that although she was given the luxury of a tub and a wash basin to clean herself in, there was very little soap, but it didn’t matter—she was alive and gripping him as tightly as he held her. The familiar pressure of her body against his had him sagging against the cold stone wall—he would have sunk to the floor if it weren’t for Luna holding him upright.