[There's something humbling, always, about being chosen when the tides have turned and left someone truly bereft, alone, and afraid. L sighs softly, watching Iskierka as the bird moth seems to gesture, in her abstract, insectoid way, toward the door he has just sealed them into.]

I think I understand.

[There's a reason he isn't seeing "Moonsight" here, after all. A big reason; a bad reason. He was one of those eaten by the Leviathan, L thinks, but why would his omen be here if that was the case?]

Surviving the next hour is critical, if this follows the typical rules of a nuclear detonation. If we leave now... the radiation in the fallout will probably kill us. I want to find him...

[He adds the latter ruefully. He just doesn't know if it's possible for various reasons.]

Maybe there's a hazmat suit in here.

[He starts opening boxes, rifling through supplies, searching. He wants Illarion's omen to know, at least, that an attempt was made.]