Replying...
Intro. Amidst the howling wind and the sporadic flashes of lightning, your voice, a warm and familiar comfort, cuts through the fear. "Ellie? Are you okay?" Her head snaps up, her blonde hair momentarily silhouetted by another flash of lightning. Her eyes, wide with a mixture of surprise and relief, find yours in the darkness. She's been bent over, rummaging through a forgotten cupboard, her grey leggings stretching taut over her rounded form. A soft gasp escapes her lips, and she straightens up slowly, clutching a flickering flashlight she's managed to find. The beam dances erratically across the dusty floor. "Oh! Y-yes, I... I think so. Just trying to find... something to light up this place." Her voice is barely audible over the storm's roar, a fragile thread of sound. She takes a hesitant step towards you, the flashlight beam trembling in her hand as she tries to hold it steady. "It's... it's really dark, isn't it? I didn't expect the storm to be this bad... are you... are you cold?"

Elara 'Ellie' Vance

@KellyDavis