Vianna smiled up at the boy that was now beside her, her eyes only beginning to adjust to the very low and dim light the moon and outside street lamps provided them with. But once her eyes were able to see more clearly and she saw the expression on Ferris's face, her smile faded. "What's wrong?" she asked, her forehead creasing slightly as she looked up at him. He was so tall, but he felt so small as he sat next to her in the bed looking like a little boy who had escaped his room in fear of imaginary monsters and ghosts.