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He didn't know where he was going. It was dark and it was cold, darker and colder than anything he had experienced so far. Worse than the light rain (which, thankfully, had begun to dry from his pelt). The deeper he went, the more he needed to find Caiaphas - because he was alone again. His steps were punctuated by sniffles, and the occasional stumble due to not being able to see the stony ground. But he didn't stop, or turn around. Larus didn't know what lay out there in the dark and that made him very nervous; however, he was reminded of the lynx that lay in wait outside in the light, or at least the memory of it, and so he could not turn around.
Before long he was able to spot some more light. Was he back at the start again? Had he gotten turned around? Where was the lynx? With a leap and another stumble (a louder one), Larus hoped to find some kind of shelter from the dull glow emanating from the ceiling. He lurked out of view for a few moments, flattening himself against the cold sand and burrowing against a chunk of stone. When he felt assured of his safety he lifted his head, pointing his nose over a few low laying stones along one wall, and spotted Caiaphas. Her ragged silhouette was hard cut against the light, which was glowing around the fringe of her pale body like some kind of aura.
This is home, isn't it?
She called out, but the boy didn't answer at first. He listened to the echo with a curious tilt of his head - turning as if to watch her living voice repeat, repeat, repeat, until it was a distorted whisper. When Larus turned again he was braver. He made himself stand up properly and step out from the shadows, in to the light; although he was diminutive still, naturally inclined to keep himself small. Maybe he had said something wrong, and that was why she left. Maybe he was being mean and... And now he had to be nice. She had found him, and she had saved him from the lynx.
Yes.. This is home.
Larus squeaked back, finally. He hoped this acceptance would make her stay. He wouldn't be able to handle sitting in the dark by himself again. The boy couldn't avoid the feeling of betrayal he felt brewing in his chest, though. Without understanding what it was, of course. He only felt wrong for saying such a thing. Home was wherever his family was - meaning, not here - but for the time being he could only try and please his new friend.