Ino took that hand trustingly, unquestioningly, smiling up at him.

Then she started chattering, because Ino had always liked to talk.

"Why's it smell so funny here? Why is is so dark? Are we inside someone's house?

She was pretty sure that was a broken table over there, and in the shadows she thought maybe there were chairs. It was all very intriguing.

But she was safe. Because he was there with her. So Ino didn't worry about anything.