[Henry glances at it, then smiles a bit again, lacing his fingers into Mahad's with that childish feel again.]

It isn't even that I'm entirely unhappy here, since I know we'll get out at some point. It just feels as if... there's something worse about this place, like the spell that holds us here makes it so that time slips away without us noticing.

Or... perhaps that's just because there's so little to do. With no kingdom, no wars, no tasks... it feels like time itself is just blurring together and passing by before I can even realize it.