The Spy
In the cave, the campfire, which had not completely burned out, still emitted faint warmth with the remaining embers.
However, the temperature was far from the comforting warmth of a heated stone chamber.
As the night deepened, An Yao began to shiver, and her teeth chattered.
She had stored a few animal fur blankets in her space earlier, but now that there was a stranger nearby, pulling things out of thin air might seem too fantastical and could raise suspicion.
The eagle-beast continued to lie there with his eyes closed, seemingly fast asleep.
An Yao couldn't help but feel envious of him. He had his own built-in blanket and wouldn't feel the cold.
Damn, she was jealous!
Wait a minute!
Blankets!
An Yao's eyes lit up as she looked at the eagle-beast with longing.
...Shouldn't this eagle be asleep by now?
An Yao tentatively moved closer to him, extending a slender, delicate finger to gently touch his wing.
No response.
She touched him again, still no reaction.