Sina is indeed inside, with the four remaining children that couldn't be carried by Myr, already holding one, and Kit, who had the guard. Not wanting to move them without giving them somewhere to go, Sina has curled among them inside the cage, sitting with the two smallest bundled together in her shawl and pressed against her chest for warmth. The other two lean against her, one feebly gripping her tunic and the other simply sitting, staring, with no drive for self-preservation. All the children are skin and bone, horrid-looking little creatures that seem to embody every cruelty acted upon them.

Sina doesn't move from where she sits when everyone enters, though she is visibly relieved by the sight of Nari and, surprisingly, Herian. She says nothing as they approach, all out of voice or energy to do anything but exist and hold the little ones. It's too much.