A hundred years of war did tend to make candy hearts and preprinted cards a little less relevant. Ky drew upon her knowledge of St. Valentine and after a moment the cultural knowledge clicked in some manner or another.

Ky fixed Sol with a frown. "What kind of something do you mean?" Her hand went to the pommel of her sword. "You mean like monsters?" After being trapped here, it would be a bit of a relief to fight something concrete, so Ky was quite hoping that Sol would agree that it was monsters.