“You’re okay! You’ve got food? Okay, we have to go!” Her eyes filled with pleading. “Please... they’re torturing someone I know. We need to find them and leave.”
"Of course im fine." She looked with confusion to Grafe, who gave her a nervous smile in return. "Wait, but it's almost dinner time. They'll notice if Grafe isn't here." He quickly made his way across the room moving around the hot stoves that were placed far too close to each other with practiced ease.
"It's alright." He said coming to her and brushing a hand through her dark hair. "We knew it wouldn't be all of us getting out. They're ready now. This is the best chance. You have to go."
Seine, set the metal bucket down on the floor the handle clattering against the side. As she threw her arms around him.
"I'll send them back for you." She whispered, "Don't go getting yourself killed."