~ Third Person's Point of View ~
Sahara was laid down to the cold surface of the passage. Despite the thick fabrics, her body was filled and enhances by coldness.
Below took the basil from his side and damp the small piece of it.
Slowly, he squeezed the fabric and folded it into four.
"She needed something that can give her warmth. Her body was too cold and dumb which I've foreseen that she was wrapped by the chilliness."
"Wha... What should I do, old man? I need to save Sahara! I... I have to do everything that I can as I know, it was my responsibility!"
Billy clamoured which made Lothor gasped from the corner.
He said, "Calm down, young man. Belor still needed to appraise what had happened to her."
"Lothor is right. I need to look after her, but as soon as I disclosed the problem. I will notify you as soon as possible. But,"
He paused as his gaze rested on Sahara's oblivious body.
