No? Nigredo repeated silently, sense not quite taking. Fortunately, reasons for the objection made themselves known an instant later, facts the boy could take without question. He figured death by starvation was slim, and Senna wouldn't have a reason to lie to him. Not on this subject, at least.

"Oh," was all he could say.

It wasn't until his response that Nigredo noticed he had stopped moving, leaving him trailing behind the older girl. The distance between them could be closed in a second, but the fact he had left himself lag spoke volumes on his attention. Or lack thereof. Shaking his head, he lifted a foot to continue--

--only for another to fall into step, passing through him like air toward the girl in front. It took only a moment for him to recognize the form: the hair, the clothes, the quiet strides matched one he knew quite well. One he could attribute as similar to his own. Except this one had less to do with siblings and more to do with--

"Senna," he stammered, only to choke on his own breath.