She sunk down into a sitting position and clasped her head. "I don't know why i'm sorry....." her words hung in the balance she could tell he was in pain, although a lot of the pain looked for emotional than physical. She glanced up at Keefe, "Are you ok? You don't look so good" she stood up and slowly walking over to him. "I think I caused you more grief than you've probarly had to experince, I'm such a roller coaster" she giggled and pushed back her thick brown hair which had got in the way.

Keefe looked at her carefully. She seemed so haggard. Beaten down. He wished there was something he could do to help. He opened his mouth to speak but she beat him to it. Keefe smiled faintly, yet there was no real joy behind it. "I never look good. I should be asking you that question. You look exhausted. Is there anything I can help with?" He asked quietly, leaning up against the wall to stay half standing. He was tired, but he couldn't sleep. "No- no you haven't. Everything that has happened- I chose to help you. It isn't your fault. And you're not a roller coaster. It'll get better when you start living a normal life." He commented quietly, his icy blue eyes, slightly dulled and portraying more pain than he was willing to admit to, flitting to hers for a second.

Her eyes quickly met his, "Wait, so all this time you've been trying to help me?" she paused for a moment, collected her thoughts and continued, "I mean what about your own life, don't you want a normal life as well?" She looked towards the ground, it made sense now. Keefe had been looking out for her. The time with the men, at the hospital, here now. She closed her eyes letting her thoughts carry herself away, -No, it can't be, I've never had someone help me and why would Keefe wanna help. He's hurt just as much as me, no, worse. Ahhh why, why, whyyy- She stopped and stood up, her head was telling her all sorts of things but she ignored them, instead she kept her focus on Keefe.

Keefe tilted his head slightly and raised his eyebrows the slightest bit. "Nooo, I was just doing this for a news headline." He smiled weakly. "Yes, of course. Why wouldn't I want to help you." He answered truthfully, sighing slightly and readjusting his one foot with a wince, the other just resting as he didn't want to put any weight on that leg. At her question he closed his eyes for a moment. "It feels too late for me to have a normal life, but that's not the case with you. If you'll let me, I can help you get far away from here, start your OWN life." He lifted his head again to glance at her. For one he had the mere chance to do something helpful and right, and he wanted, so badly, to do it. A small part of him also just didn't want Christine to leave. She was the first person he'd ever met that understood him. At least a little. He didn't WANT to be abandoned again, but he knew she'd be better away from him. Keefe practically attracted bad luck.

She laughed and looked out the window -A normal life sounds so inviting..- she looked at Keefe -but so does staying here...I cant leave him alone, or could I?- "Let's not make any major desicions yet, I'm about to burst from starvation, got any edible food?" without waiting for an answer she took off at a fast walk towards a kitchen like room, slowly she opened the door, "Nope not a kitchen" she walked back to Keefe and smiled "You better lead the way, I'm still so lost in here".

Keefe watched the gears turn in her brain for a couple seconds, then listened to her words. "Burst from starvation." He repeated drily, smirking slightly as she ran off and came right back. "Shortcut or the real way?" He asked with a small snort, going into a room that looked like a library and wincing as he dragged a bookshelf sideways. A slightly dark passageway appeared. "This house- mansion- whatever you want to call it was built at a time where people had to hide from soldiers. So there are countless passageways like this." He commented, limping down and gesturing for her to follow. "All these ones are spacious, since the person who built this house was insanely rich- for the time they built it- and well taken care of because I use these all the time. Great way to get food if your parents say you can't eat." He smiled faintly before pushing aside a shelf on wheels. Food was stacked all around- they had emerged into a kitchen closet. He opened the door to find them in the kitchen. "Believe me, even with all the hallways the other way is much longer and I do not want to limp that far." He stepped aside so she could come through, his eyes flitting to the space, which was pretty much filled with every food you could think of, plus ingredients for every food you could ever bake or cook.

Christine stood wide mouthed trying to take everything in, "It's like food heaven" she exclaimed with a hint of laughter. "This is so cool" she walked around and took samples of the foods here and there, "Oof couldn't help myself, should've asked". She looked around and gazed at Keefe, "Got any other mysterious things in this house, I could do this all day"

Keefe snorted quietly at the look on her face. Wide eyed astonishment. It was like food heaven, and he barely ever got to eat it! He swore that was the reason he was so thin. "Don't worry about asking. It's all really just a waste of space- it should go to people without enough food." He answered, the last part mused as if he was decided how he wanted to get rid of it all. Keefe hung around near a fridge, having taken a couple slices of ham out. He slowly ate them, thinking, before focusing on Christine as she spoke. "Funny. There are probably thousands of other *mysterious things* in this house. 4 other passageways, a bunch of old useless artifacts that my father loved- I'm going to ENJOY giving those away- a TON of mildly interesting books, even more totally useless books, and a variety of terrifyingly vague things that make no sense." Keefe answered, sounding the slightest bit amused, his ice blue eyes flitting around, as if checking to make sure no one was around.

"So many great places to hid" she said feeling the tiniest bit unsafe. She looked around but paid no attention to the feeling in her stomach. "Oo lets go look at the terrifyingly vague things" she exclaimed eager for some sort of mystery. She walked out from the passage, the dark feeling of the mansion haunted her and she shifted closer to Keefe. It was a random feeling that had come upon her which she didnt have before, maybe the thought of some many hiding places freaked her out. Christine looked around making sure nobody was following her -ahhhh stop it mind- she followed closely behind Keefe feeling somewhat safer.

Keefe winced at her words. "For US. No one else knows about them." He corrected, glancing around again, his eyes slightly more haunted this time. "Terrifyingly vague things it is." He limped out of the kitchen and down the hall, into a room with... well... the only way to say it was, totally and utterly terrifyingly vague things. A life size statue of a mountain lion stood in a corner. Old looking knight helmets were on one table. Rusty swords mounted on the wall. Dusty books. A brush.. for a horse. A clothing set. An empty bookshelf. Some armor. A dirty old thing that might be a bone. Some digging tools that looked like they were from the time before Christ. A map. "Terrifyingly vague." He repeated as he glanced around.