As she stepped onto a broad beam, the surface began to shake beneath. Hanuh swiftly reached down and held the beam with her hands, knees atop the scratchy wood. She heard a call from beyond, within the edge of vision blocked by her hood. She pulled the hood down and turned, expecting to see a boy. Well, he kinda looked like a girl. But his voice was a boy's. Hanuh decided on this young man, fallen himself, being a boy.

His long hair was also blowing in the wind like her's. The darker skinned girl blinked as the dry, cold breeze made her eyes dry up. She looked down into the rubble and continued feeling the wood. It indeed seemed pretty unsafe. This was a dull, bitter land. Hanuh understood very well that this event had devastated Althanas to its core. She grimaced, knowing that if she did not complete her mission it would still face worse. She decided the get down.

The skinny girl steadily backed up, crawling on the beam. It was always easier to get up than down it seemed. Yet, she managed to start climbing down; placing her feet on sturdy wood and bricks to get down. Soon enough, she was next to the young boy, at the bottom of the pile of ruined destruction. She noted that he wore loose, unsheltering robes. She raised an eyebrow, "Is it not too cold to wear that?" Then her manners caught on. Her eyes widened as she hastily added on, "-And thank you!"

Her mission was still in the back of her mind. Where should she start? She had no idea where he was, hiding in the shadows, at this time. This island was shattered, and she needed to know where to go and what to do. She knew that befriending a potential local or adventurer could help her with her task. Still, the lack of winter clothes still stuck out to her. Whoever this was, was he even competent to help? Hopefully so, he carried a gentle face. He gave her a welcoming feeling she instinctively knew was uncommon here.