A temporary bandage

Samira slept peacefully, leaning against Strax's shoulder. In fact, it was the only thing he could do now, just support her.

"A woman like her was injured. What hurt her?" Strax pondered. After all, it was difficult to understand what could have happened without a clear explanation from her herself, but Strax couldn't ask at the moment.

The cold weather continued to worsen. It was probably already ten degrees, and Strax had nothing to cover himself with. The woman's cloak was already being used as a blanket to warm them both, but it wouldn't help him for long.

And the worst of all? He couldn't do anything in this situation except wait for Samira to wake up and regain some of her strength. After all, he saw her use flames as an enchantment on her weapon; if she could conjure her flames to warm them, that would be the best-case scenario.