Silver eyes glance briefly at his companion. He hadn't expected the question, but he's rather encouraged to see that the teenager isn't too scared to speak up. That's a good thing. There's a quick rasp of thumb against middle and forefinger, a quick habit that he can't tend to right now.
"I... don't think 'waking up' is accurate, but it's the closest that I can think. Or rather, I was home one moment and here the next, between two blinks." That is the only thing he can recall. Of course, he'd want to know what happened-- eliminate the danger from his world if he can. But he has other priorities to tend to right now. The lack of answers still nags at him in the back of his head though.
"I think it would have been the same for you?" he prods lightly, but he doesn't quite need the answer he already expects. His best bet on the matter is the teachers he's briefly seen in handful of moments.
They finally come to a stop, in an area where the stench is, as best it can be, controlled and kept at bay. This door is easier, parting with an easy click, and though it's some ways away from the main entrance, it becomes clear why he'd gone out of his way when they enter it.
Relatively-- and in large comparison to the rest of the school-- this area is clean. No broken shards of glass, no questionable stains on the ceiling tiles. The floor is clean, the only clutter left at the corner being a bunch of desks, which are slowly getting dismantled. Wood kept nearby, whether for a project or to burn, is uncertain. All around the room, a counter is set at a slightly awkward height for the young boy, but they are clear of debris, as are the shelves overhead. Metallic sinks are dotted along the counters, hinting to the lab class that this might have once been.
"Here." Cadeyrn waves the blond in, letting him explore at his own leisure. "Feel free to take up a spot. It's not the most comfortable to share with everyone, but it keeps us safe, and you'll sleep better in a clean area."
Nevermind avoiding infection. Dead gods, but Cadeyrn does not want to touch even half the things in this broken, stinking establishment.
Sorry for the delay! I was out for a few days!
"I... don't think 'waking up' is accurate, but it's the closest that I can think. Or rather, I was home one moment and here the next, between two blinks." That is the only thing he can recall. Of course, he'd want to know what happened-- eliminate the danger from his world if he can. But he has other priorities to tend to right now. The lack of answers still nags at him in the back of his head though.
"I think it would have been the same for you?" he prods lightly, but he doesn't quite need the answer he already expects. His best bet on the matter is the teachers he's briefly seen in handful of moments.
They finally come to a stop, in an area where the stench is, as best it can be, controlled and kept at bay. This door is easier, parting with an easy click, and though it's some ways away from the main entrance, it becomes clear why he'd gone out of his way when they enter it.
Relatively-- and in large comparison to the rest of the school-- this area is clean. No broken shards of glass, no questionable stains on the ceiling tiles. The floor is clean, the only clutter left at the corner being a bunch of desks, which are slowly getting dismantled. Wood kept nearby, whether for a project or to burn, is uncertain. All around the room, a counter is set at a slightly awkward height for the young boy, but they are clear of debris, as are the shelves overhead. Metallic sinks are dotted along the counters, hinting to the lab class that this might have once been.
"Here." Cadeyrn waves the blond in, letting him explore at his own leisure. "Feel free to take up a spot. It's not the most comfortable to share with everyone, but it keeps us safe, and you'll sleep better in a clean area."
Nevermind avoiding infection. Dead gods, but Cadeyrn does not want to touch even half the things in this broken, stinking establishment.