Cristina rolled the boulder that blocked the entrance to the Digger's village back over the hole. She struggled with the last push, so Nate pulled from the other side, trapping them in the dark outside of their home. Cristina leaned up against the wall in exhaustion. 

"It's dark." Nate said. Silent, too. All they could hear was the distant echoes of something dripping. The ground was damp, and the floor below them wasn't anything like the (slightly) paved roads of the Digger village, all one solid sheet of stone. In reality, the only reason why the dungeons didn't go deeper was because the builders simply couldn't break through the stone. As a result of that, the Diggers resided peacefully at the very, absolute bottom of the dungeons. 

It was also pitch black, and freezing. Nate's thin clothes were not enough to block out the chill, but he at least had a little muscle on his bones. Cristina was fairly thin, since her mother often shared their food with prisoners she deemed worthy. Nate could already hear her teeth chatter. Flailing his arm blindly in the darkness, he reached out for her arm. 

His hand finally gripped her arm, and Cristina flinched in response. Logic told her that it was Nate, but it was still a shock. "It's just me." Nate said. 

"Yeah. I'm just a bit jumpy," she replied. 

Nate pulled out the flint and steel out of his bag. Nate's father was in charge of sneaking up to the surface to find food and materials. The supplies he and the others with similar jobs brought back was barely enough, but they were happy with their minimal lifestyle. He was the one who brought back the flint and steel to light fires. Nate brought them together, producing the spark. 

Cristina noticed and pulled the torch out of her bag. The tip was damp with fuel, which had been hidden away in the elder's homes, but Cristina had been given some to assist in her journey through the dungeons. Nate, hearing her pull it out, sparked a couple more times, until it finally caught the torch, lighting up both their faces. They shielded their eyes, but quickly adjusted. 

Nate was honestly entranced. Cristina's face, lit with an orange glow, was breathtaking in the darkness. Her dark eyes reflected the dancing flame. Her lips were parted, and Nate had never realized just how pretty they were. He shook off the feeling. 

"Let's go up." Nate said. Cristina nodded.