At this point he's too exhausted to feel much beyond grateful for the help. Yona's stronger than she looks, taking enough of his weight that he can fumble his way back outside, where he waits as she locks up.

"You lived in Candlewood," he says softly as though only just processing the idea. He realizes he knows very little about her at all; he never even asked if she came here like he did. He'd just assumed that - she doesn't share the odd bland placidity of most Darrow natives. "So you're - How long have you lived here?"