As Ren and her companions made their way down the hallway toward the back door leading to the vast perimeter on the right side of the castle, she could feel Arkilla's apprehension. She was nervous herself, but there was no way she would let anyone see her fear.
"Stop making that ugly face, I'm not their prey, and I won't let them hunt me." she objected, reaching for Arkilla's hand.
Killa flinched at the touch, her eyes widening. "Oh, my fucking gods, you're freezing!" She halted, pressing her palm against Ren's forehead before frowning. "Your body temperature is normal. But your hands… they're ice-cold."
"I wasn't like this before," Ren admitted. "But ever since my magic core awakened, my hands have been cold, even while I burn inside."
"Damn!" Rail slurred, his eyes glued to Gloria with a lazy grin. "Do you see what I see, Org?"
"Oh, damn it, I see." Org's gaze hardened, though his tone held disbelief. "We're not drunk, are we?"
