[The fire crackles, the three of them sitting silence, huddled as close to one another as they can tolerate for warmth, which is not very close at all. Mortis rests her chin on her knees, her voice is softer than either of the boys have ever heard it before, the faintest threads of warmth, humanity creeping into the gentle tone.]
Pyro. [She doesn't look at him, her hands stretching out in front of her to warm by the fire, eyes locked on her fingertips. She doesn't want to ask this question, loathes that any part of her would even think to, but the need is there, inescapable, and so she does.] How's Alison?
MORTIS - Kayt
Pyro. [She doesn't look at him, her hands stretching out in front of her to warm by the fire, eyes locked on her fingertips. She doesn't want to ask this question, loathes that any part of her would even think to, but the need is there, inescapable, and so she does.] How's Alison?