The laboratory behind them was truly destroyed. Faith and Padraig had found themselves, taken literally from their beds and held here in the Scalvoris mountains. There, they had been in the same underground cells where Faith had been held previously. Having escaped from there, they'd been attacked by strange reanimated creatures in the laboratory they'd found which was obviously for experimentation on people. The things which had attacked them were very dead - again - and had been cut up into pieces in order to stop them from being reanimated. Whilst she had done that, Padraig had done everything he could to equip them from the laboratory itself. He'd performed some alchemy on the fly and he'd made sure that they both had footwear. "If we wrap bandages around our feet first, then the harder material gets held in place by further wrapping," she said, with a slight smile at him, "it stops the hard leather from hurting our feet." She didn't tell him how she knew, she didn't need to, but then he knew that of all of her, it was her feet which had taken the longest to heal. Either wearing shoes which did not fit or walking barefoot had taken an enormous toll. Moseke's healing meant that there were no scars on the soles of her feet any more, but there had been. Hard leather pressed against their feet in this circumstance would rub and hurt. The bandages would help.
She'd given him her blood in there, so that he could keep himself warm. They were both wearing the clothes they'd worn to bed. In her case a simple short night shift, in his case pajamas which were made with the technique she had leaned in sewing, making the clothing warm and comfortable. But the temperatures out here were below frigid and a needlecraft technique wasn't going to do it, so she was glad he'd done that.
"They are, or have been, experimenting on people," Faith said, slipping her hand into his for just a moment. "Either they're all dead, in which case we're likely to be meeting a lot of animated corpses, or there are some still alive." That might well mean a rescue, of course and she wished that she could know for sure, but she couldn't. She was afraid, there was no doubting it, but Padraig was being his usual self; calm and stoic, sometimes teasing to make her smile.
Outside, the storm was raging. This far up it would be worse, much worse than it had been in the low-laying grounds of Scalvoris Town and so they would need to strategise. With a final glance back at the room, she turned to him and breathed in, putting her fear into her hands. "What shall we do when we get out there?" Out there, of course, was the storm. The winds and the flying shards of ice. She felt her nerve start to give way and looked at him to see what their next step was.