Orbiting a planet, there is a moon. On that moon, there is a castle. In that castle, there is - well, a lot of things, many of which will become relevant shortly. But for the moment, let's focus on a particular cell: it's stone, with one wall in metal bars and a door hanging slightly open, and it has a wood bench big enough to lie down on in one corner. In that cell, there is - no one, for the moment.
"Well I mean that's really all there is to it but okay."
And they can play for not quite an hour before noises - a bit of rustling fabric, the sound of shifting weight - start coming from the bedroom, quiet enough that they could easily be imagined. Until the whimpering starts; it's pretty clear what that is.
“Do you want to volunteer to check on that?”
"I feel like we probably both should?"
She waits a moment for Jamie to go first; when he doesn't move, she begrudgingly heads to the bedroom. At the door she pauses, gives a quiet "Lane?", but opens it when there's no response from inside.
Lane has fallen over from their spot in the corner and is now curled up on their side, half under the quilt and half on top of it. Tear-tracks run down their face and their breath comes in shudders; they are, if not particularly responding to the outside world yet, definitely alive.