"Hey, are you alright? Here, I'll put this around you, okay?" Seraphine told the little boy as she took off the cloth around her shoulders and drape it around his.
Fortunately, Clement still had the heart to worry about how she might catch a cold. He gave her that cloth to warm herself up while she waited here. Even then, she didn't take the gesture as anywhere near redeeming. At this point, she sees him as somewhere closer to being a bad guy rather than a good one.
"You can stay there on the ground. That way, you won't fall and hit your head if they knocked you over again…" she continued before sitting right beside him.
"I'll also stay here if you want. I'll tell you if they come back."
"W-Who…?" he tried to ask despite his worn-out state, his brittle voice being the weakest one she had ever heard from anyone.
"I'm the other captive who was brought here with you. We're on the same boat."
"A… g-girl…?"
"The name's Seraphine. How about you? What's your name?"
