They took shelter for the night underneath a rocky outcropping, within sight of the raging slate-gray ocean.
They glanced up the side of the sheer cliff above them, and shivered in spite of themselves; looking up at it gave them a severe feeling of vertigo.
They wished it were warmer out here, or at least that they had something with which to cover up, but they didn't waste much time wishing, because it never did any good.
Even with their extraordinary levels of perception, they could hear nothing of the tens of thousands of people who lived there.
The smaller one whimpered and covered his ears; he wasn't used to this amount of noise yet, and the bigger one hoped he wouldn't have to get used to it.
Her arm was still bloody; she could feel it soaking through the sleeve of her jacket.
She was trembling, and she hurt, but her brother was more scared than she was, and her main priority had to be his well-being right now; she could worry about her own later.
She pulled him into her arms and held him close, speaking quietly in his ear, trying to get him to stop crying.
She filled his head with empty words - the same words their parents had given her, the only comfort she knew how to give - and prayed that they would tide him over, at the very least, until tomorrow.