Indeed, the evening air bore a biting chill, with delicate snowflakes gently descending. Czanch's damp cold possessed a distinct character, separating itself from the winter in Duefron.

Still holding her close, Edwin offered a warm smile.

"I should have insisted you wear a dress. Then I could wrap you in my coat like a little kangaroo."

It was an affectionate comment, and Laura, not devoid of sentiment, couldn't help but be touched by it.

Yet, she concealed her emotions beneath a composed exterior.