I nodded quickly and looked back at Daisy. "Let's go then." I said before pulling my arm back off of her shoulder and circling it around my ribs. Standing up, I looked down at my plate, still half full of food and considered taking it with me, but I didn't want it. Not because it wasn't good, it was, but because of why they'd given it to us. One good meal meant the destruction of a camp full of people, it made me want oatmeal and milk again.
Looking around the room, I noticed the only door out was on the other side of the room, which meant we had to somehow make our way through the chaos in front of us. I sighed and looked Daisy in the eye as I took her hand. "We're not getting separated in that. Come on." I said and stepped forwards into the crowd of angry people.