Yves rested his head down over his knees. He silently watched the embers flutter as the fire blazed and lit that starless night.
It was as though the sky was mourning the loss of many lives. It was fortunate that there wasn't any sign of rain, or else the help would really arrive late.
His eyes moved to the man sitting beside him.
Klein stood and put a blanket over Yves, which made the latter's eyebrows furrowed. Had he been carrying a blanket with him? Yves wondered.
Klein chuckled. It seemed like he understood what was on Yves's mind. He carefully fixed the blanket on his back, making sure that his whole body was being covered from the cold.
Then, he spoke with a smile on his lips, "You were so focused on the fire that you didn't see me stand and get this blanket, Sir Yves."
Yves's eyes widened slightly. Then, he asked awkwardly, "Did I say it out loud?"