Maera's a little out of breath when she gets to the warehouse, and she presses a hand to her rapidly breathing heart as she carefully steps inside. Thanking all the deities she knows that it doesn't count as a dwelling, she takes in the empty floor, looking for any evidence of the boy being here.

"Ellis?" she calls out hesitantly, her voice echoing as she passes by a few shelves with empty boxes on them. "Ellis, it's okay. I'm here to help you." As of right now, she's pretty sure she's the only person here. Hopefully, she's not wrong.