Valke opened his eyes again, awakened by pain.
An unfamiliar child of his own age was straddling him, one hand pinching his philtrum, the other pressing on his neck, causing him great discomfort.
Seeing him awake, the other party seemed somewhat surprised, panic flickered in his eyes, but he managed to suppress it.
"You're awake."
"I saw you lying in the snow outside and brought you back here." He released his grip and stood up.
"Cough cough..." Holding his somewhat reddened and painful neck and philtrum, Valke struggled to stand, looking around. This place was a makeshift triangular shelter, surrounded by old clothes and blankets. Though dirty and disordered, it was still much warmer than the icy wilderness outside.
"Thank you." Valke's voice was very weak due to extreme hunger.
"It's nothing." After that, the two remained silent for a long time.
"My name is Valke, what's yours?" Finally, Valke couldn't help but ask.
