Nika shivered as the wind shrieked past, unnaturally rough as it encountered her figure on the smooth roof. Below in the courtyard, the sight of raven hair caused her to climb up farther.

There was a window that was only slightly ajar, but she opened it further and climbed in. It led to a dark room piled high with crates. There was very little light, but Nika could make out the door. It was obscured by one particularly tall and haphazard stack of boxes.

Long arms and legs sprawled into the room. "It has been a while since I have come here. That was back when I was still young." Nika smiled despite herself. "This is where my father out my mom's stuff after she died."

"I'm sorry," Nika said awkwardly, offering a smile smile.

"It was when I was born, so I don't remember her. It's okay."

"Oh."

"How about we stay here a while, until the wind tires herself out." Faramir changed the topic easily, as with constant practice.