Alicarde held Malefica's hand as they ventured deeper into the dark woods. The chill of winter wrapped around them, and with the sun now gone, the temperature plummeted further.
The cold was clearly affecting Malefica, despite her efforts to remain composed.
Alicarde, however, remained unfazed by the freezing air. The Reaper's Vestments he wore protected him from the cold. As they continued through the dense woods, Malefica stumbled over a large rock, nearly losing her balance. Alicarde swiftly caught her before she could fall.
"Careful, you might hurt yourself. Stay close and hold on to me," he said, his voice calm but firm.
Malefica couldn't make out his face clearly in the dark. The night was pitch black, and the earlier awkwardness between them lingered, making her hesitant to speak. Instead, she simply nodded, wrapping her arm around his and pulling herself closer to him.