"N-not in the Citadel," Eleven said, steps halting and slow as he worked to manage the cold shuddering through his limbs. "I checked. Can't- can't read the language anyway."

It would be a long walk back to the farmhouse. "But I'm sure there must be a force that does. Might not be a tree." Though given his only experience with such things, it was difficult to imagine what else it could be.