She followed Marcus in with Carson, her hand staying in his. Once they stepped inside, the temperature rose significantly and she found herself shedding a layer or two, as well as her gloves. The interior of the fortress was rather impressive. It rivaled Central, with a spacey main room with numerous side doors—undoubtably leading to other halls and room. Marcus turned to the pair, the other runners had long since dispersed after their rather aggressive encounter with the couple.<br/><br/>“I assume you’ve come for the council, they’re not available right this second, they’re already having a meeting. But they should be free in the next hour or two, I’ll go get you once they are. For now, I’m sure you’d rather rest a bit considering you scaled a mountain, come on.” He waves them along, leading them down the hall. After anmoment of walking, he pointed to a door on the left side of the hallway. “You can stay in here.”<br/><br/>Malia thanked him, hoisting her bag further up her shoulder. She pushed the door open, stepping inside and holding it for Carson. The room had a relatively large bed, an actual bed. It had a dresser at the foot of it—more or less a giant box— and a pitcher of water on top. Malia walked in, letting her bag and coats drop onto the floor as she took a seat on the bed, running her hands down her face. Her entire body ached, especially her back. It wasn’t just her legs anymore, the climbing took a toll.<br/><br/>“Well, we made it.” She cracked a smile, reaching over and taking his hands, tugging him down to sit next to her on the bed. Her hand found the base of his neck, rubbing across gently. “Do you want to tell the council about the groups we’re going to have to face? I’ll explain all the Runner attacks and raids, but they’re more likely to take to you if you show interest as well.” She tucked her hair behind her ear, relishing the warmth from his body she received just from sitting so close. She only ever wanted to be near him.