Before they began to walk she was adjusting the position of her head slowly, tiny little moves like it was to get more of the person who was squeezing her hand and talking to her -them?- now, quite friendly.<br/>But she had to be sure and... above that she had to make herself sure that it wasn't just a bad dream. Even if it meant to awake to a bad reality. A very bad one...<br/>"Kyle?.. Sir..." - she started insecurely, her free hand was now groping the dirty dress she was wearing nervously. Nimah's voice was low, not really feminine, yet it had a special, soft tone, a caressing one.<br/>"Is it dark here?.. I mean.. fully dark.. Isn't it?"<br/>And she asked this knowing the answer exactly...<br/>