Devyn didn't need to tell him to stick close; Waver stayed at her side instinctively, knowing she was the closest thing to safety he had right now. He walked a little slowly, but she kept pace at his side, and finally ushered him upstairs and through the unfamiliar, surprisingly nice halls to another room with no window. Was this whole damned place underground?

He'd been silent the whole time, looking around as much as he could and trying to remember the way they'd come and the doors and rooms he saw, but it wouldn't do much good if he had no idea where this building even was. Of course, at this point, there were many reasons why it didn't matter if he saw outside his cell anymore.

When it was announced that this would be his new temporary prison, Waver moved away from Devyn's side to walk around the room. He paused at the bookshelf, staring blankly at its contents without looking at Devyn.

"Whose room is this?"