There's a short corridor off the living area in either direction; Pell takes the left one, towards the empty room. It's got a bed and some odd furniture, but it's recognizable as a desk, a bureau, a dresser. The window has no dressing, and he leads Flick to sit on the bed with him and gaze out it at the other homes, most of them lit up. Their joined hands rest in the dip where their legs are touching, because Pell isn't willing to give Flick any distance just yet.

"At least here the inhabitants of this place either died off or found a way out long before we got here. There's no violence among each other, only the creatures. We're working together to make this place liveable until the gods can get us out." Because people have stopped trying to find a way out. The tunnels off the main cave are simply too dangerous, and no one's managed to find anything resembling an exit. "I'll introduce you to my friends," he continues, squeezing Flick's hand. "Maybe I can teach you to heal. You can be useful here."