Chapter 226: Warmth
For a couple of hours after the others settled down to sleep, Irene found herself unable to get used to the cold, even though they were a few feet behind the actual opening of the cave and the wind was blocked. There was something awful about sitting on a cold rock the entire night.
There weren’t many words between Irene and Leif, not wanting to disturb the travelers who were sleeping—especially those who were set to guard the last half of the night.
As Irene’s gaze turned towards Leif, she saw him sitting still, mostly unaffected by the cold.
The older apprentice silently gazed at his surroundings, taking in what he could despite the darkness having settled over the lands. His eyes occasionally drifted towards the horses hidden from the main trail and hopefully not a target for the goblins. Even though the horses hadn’t been their prey in the past, things were changing beyond everyone’s belief.
Perhaps the only indication that Leif even realized it was cold was his arms crossed over his chest to keep his cloak close to his body.
"Leif," Irene whispered.
With each word they spoke, steam left their lips.
He perked up at his name.
"I’ll be right back."
He merely nodded.
As fast as she could, Irene stood and quietly crept into the cave where her sleeping roll had been set up so that she could go to sleep without much disturbance in a few hours. She had to hold her sword so it wouldn’t brush against her leg. She was determined to let the others rest.