"I'll be okay... I'll be okay..."
She repeated these words over and over again.
Hannah no longer paid attention to her, and stood up to leave the tent.
Not far away, Arnold Simmons was waiting for her.
Hannah walked over and wrapped her arms around Arnold's waist, burying herself in his embrace.
Arnold gently rubbed her head, comforting her without speaking, just quietly holding her.
The night pressed in, and campfires could be faintly seen flickering around.
There were no stars visible in the night sky, and the occasional cold wind mixed with moisture indicated, as Gregory Lawrence had predicted, that heavy snow would fall in a few days.
This was the border, where a blizzard was very likely to evolve.
They had to break through the empire's defenses before then.
"Arnold, after we get our revenge, shall we leave this place?" Hannah still buried in his embrace without rising, as if wanting to hide her whole being.
