No title yet chapter 1: I have red hair too (Part 3)

“I’m so proud.” Said Amelia, dryly. The boy wore tattered clothes, which were completely beige and nearly disintegrated. He had crimson hair, a rare colour, just like Amelia, and a soft, kind face. Amelia relaxed. “Were you the one who found me?”
“Yes” the boy answered. “You’re one lucky kid. Any grown man would have died in your place”. He placed the knife he was using to whittle on a nearby table, and pocketed the piece of wood.
“I guess I should thank you” Amelia said. “Thank you. I’m Amelia by the way”. She turned her head to stare at the ceiling once more. Her neck barely throbbed.
“Din” The boy said “Din Took. Whittler, runner and Tursen, at your service.” He stood up and extended his hand in a friendly offer. Then in embarrassed realisation, he pulled it back “oh yeah. You can’t stand.”
Amelia twitched her fingers. They did not burn. She moved her leg. Nor did they. Slowly, yet with an odd sense of bravery, Amelia stood up. “Shows how much you know” she said, jokingly.
Wiping the sweat from her brow, Amelia approached Din after he finished his match as well. “You’re pathetic” he joked “Sweating from that? Terrible.”
“And I suppose you were perfectly fine?” Amelia shot back, smiling “From the looks of it, I guess you are”. He was completely prim and tidy. He looked exactly the same as he did before he went in to fight. “I’ve never watched you before” She added “How do you do it?”
Din grinned. A look Amelia came to love and hate. It generally meant that she was going to be made a fool of in a few seconds. “I’m good at reading people.” He answered. “Why dodge, when I can make them miss?” Amelia puzzled over this, and the two parted ways.
Three hours later, the pair walked out of the room. They had spent the time bonding over their mutual witty venom that they called conversation. It wasn’t long before Amelia was capable of getting up out of the “bed” (which she noticed was actually just a rock with a human-sized indentation) and walked up and out of the room, as Din explained exactly where she was.
“We call it a Gray Area” Din began “It’s a safe zone from the rain. For some reason, the rocks that this dump is made up of are unaffected by the rain. I don’t know if you were conscious outside for long enough to realise that every other building in the country has been completely overwhelmed by the acidity of the rain.” Amelia nodded and continued walking. The two had entered a hallway that seemed to go on forever. Doorway’s lined the walls, each leading to a room similar to the one she had spent the last three hours in. “We’re not the only Gray Area” Din continued, “There’s plenty more out there, but nobody ever bothers to go out and find them. Well, almost nobody.” Amelia raised an eyebrow.