"Hey, don't you have a blanket? I'm cold."
She was so pale it was hard to believe her face had been bright red just moments ago.
The nature of her trembling had clearly changed. Earlier she had been shivering in small, humiliated jolts, but now she was shaking violently all over from the cold.
"Are you okay?"
I draped the blanket I had pulled back earlier over the elf's body and looked around the bed and the room.
"…Damn. There's nothing else. Just this one. I'll check inside the chest too."
I rummaged through the chest, but there was no large piece of fabric that could serve as a blanket. In an era where even sheets were luxury items, it made sense that there wouldn't be multiple comforters.
"Sorry. There's nothing."
"I'm cold… And… somehow…"
"H-hey. What's wrong?"
The strength had left the elf's voice. It was clearly getting weaker.
"My stomach feels weird…"
"Huh?"
