Lola didn't overthink Atlas's words and just let it be. The two of them stayed under the overhang until it started thundering and the wind picked up. So, even though it was against her will, they broke into the house to take shelter.
"Goodness," Lola said, standing near the window and staring outside. "Is the cabin going to be all right with this much wind and rain?"
"Those two usually sleep like a log," he said. "Besides, Baby's going to protect them if the cabin collapses."
Lola looked back at where he was, barely seeing his figure through the darkness of the house. What he said just now gave her a spike of anxiety.
"They'll be fine," Atlas remarked, propping himself on the armrest of the old couch. "More people are protecting the cabin."
"More people?"
"I would never leave them alone, unguarded."
Lola stared at his figure, and with the lack of light, she couldn't really see the expression on his face. However, his voice was enough to reassure her.
