Chapter 82: Anonymous House (1)
Upon opening her eyes, the first thing Beatrix heard was the rhythmic clang of a hammer striking something solid. Shortly after, soft whimpers from the sleeping elemental reached her ears. The little apple lay dozing on her stomach, keeping her comfortably warm. His presence regulated the smithy's temperature, making it easy for anyone to sleep inside.
All these clues told Beatrix that Blake must have carried her back through the blizzard. The mere thought of burdening him weighed on her, prompting her to rise. However, before she could swing her legs off the table, Blake spotted her attempt to get up and told her to lie still.
