There were something about those words that somehow made Cinnis feel uncomfortable. Not so much about this place being a hellhole. They could accept that. But the idea that people are just escaping and they just got there?

Feels as if they’ll have to forge their own way again. See if they can survive or find their own way out.

They rest their head on their knees, maybe withdrawing into themselves some. “Sounds like your group has everything sorted out then.”

They avert their eyes a bit, terrible at hiding their emotions. There’s not much use making a friend if they’re just going to leave.