Killorn's voice was frostier than the atmosphere around them. He narrowed his eyes. When was she going to open that pretty little mouth of hers and grumble about this ride? He was waiting for it. No lady would be able to handle the lengthy journey back and forth, especially not one as frail as Ophelia.
Did Ophelia even understand where she was headed towards? But then, after everything that she had been through, perhaps this ride was nothing in comparison. Yes, she was a shell of herself, but perhaps she was much tougher than he had originally thought.
"U-uhm…"
Ophelia slowly blinked. Did he have hearing problems?
Her face grew red when she realized the difference between her fingers and his. He was warm, his fingers soft despite the callouses. Meanwhile, her hands were icy and pale.
