Seeing Aly so vulnerable is almost unnerving, would be if it isn't also perfectly expected. After all, she is still seventeen, no matter how much she's experienced or what power she holds. Devin only hopes that she will have a chance at real peace, someday, but he'll never know for sure. There is more than enough heartache to go around without continuing to wonder about her future beyond this catastrophe she's landed in.

He bends to retrieve the bag he brought and curls his free arm lightly across Aly's shoulders, loosely enough that she could duck away but with a guiding intent, nudging them back towards the stairs. It's late enough that they likely won't encounter many people, which he thinks is for the best. "I'm assuming food is also a 'no', but let me know if there's anything I can get you."