They stood there awkwardly for a moment. Lynna fidgeted with her skirt. Stott found himself scuffing his shoes on the floor. There weren't other people in the hall just yet, as most people were still trying to figure out where they should be. Those with undamaged homes were going there. Stott wasn't sure where the rest would end up. Here and at Mary's, he supposed.
"Do you think we'll have nightmares?" she asked.
"Not tonight, I think. In a few nights, maybe, but I'm pretty sure I'm just gonna collapse."
"Yeah," she said with a giggle, "you're right." Her head started drooping as she stood there.
"Alright, get in there. I'll see you...later," he said, supposing he might end up sleeping through an entire day.
Lynna kissed him one more time before going into her room. People were staggering into the hallway then, looking not too unlike walking corpses again. he could see the expressions on their faces as a pack of them pressed past him, though. They were relieved and excited, and were rushing to their respective rooms.
He almost expected hooping and hollering, and while part of him knew that would be rude, he was also pretty sure that by this point half the people would sleep through the inn burning down around them.
The room was empty when he got there. Agmar was still busy, he supposed. He sat at the side of the bed and tried to take his shoes off. The laces were blurry in his vision, and his clumsy fingers couldn't manipulate the laces. He fell over onto the bed and blackness covered him before he could get a blanket in place.
