Three days later.
A gentle breeze brushed her face, carrying the austerity of snow and the vicissitudes of the Northern Border. It felt like both the weight of a thousand years and the coolness of the snowy plains.
She furrowed her brows slightly. Waking in the depths of winter, she felt a chill run through her body, and her eyes opened of their own accord.
She seemed to be riding in a vehicle. The bumpy mountain road through the snow made even the seat sway.
Even so, there was still a trace of warmth on her left shoulder.
The warm shoulder reminded her of how, when she had been sick as a child, her mother had sat beside her in the same way.
Sigrid slowly turned her head.
In the biting wind, her companion sat beside her in a white shirt and diamond-patterned suit vest, calmly holding the reins.
"..."
The young man on her left noticed that she had woken up. He smiled and glanced sideways at her.
But his attention remained on the road ahead as he drove the snow sled with the reins.
"I can't muster any strength..."
Sid's voice was unusually dispirited and weak. She pulled the thick coat covering her a little tighter around herself.
So winter really was this cold.
The days in the Northern Snowy Plains were short, making it hard to tell whether it was early morning or afternoon. The temperature would probably drop even further soon.
She paid no mind to her sleep-tousled hair and stared at Lanchi.
She had no idea how long she had been unconscious or where they were now.
The collar of Lanchi's usually smooth coat had become wrinkled from being used as her blanket.
"You were unconscious for three days. Cat Boss was mainly taking care