Despite the odd appearance, watching the girl, she supposes this soft bench was alright to just sit on. She follows suit seating herself slowly, surprised by how soft it is, even softer than laying on a stack of furs.

Four months. And somehow Astrid had the gut feeling that there might have been others who had been around for much longer than that time frame. Would she end up with the same fate?

"So ... we have to keep fighting? Over and over again?"