The night passed surprisingly smoothly.
Elaina and Leroy didn't run into any gaulter attacks or major issues— just the biting cold.
The air was much colder than during the day, their breath forming small clouds with each exhale causing Leroy to shiver slightly, his thin jacket not enough to ward off the chill.
Elaina noticed, but said nothing.
She just stood guard diligently, occasionally stamping her feet to keep warm with the campfire's glow in the distance offering little comfort from where they stood.
From her spot by the fire, Coco remained alert, her eyes never leaving Elaina and Leroy.
Every so often, she would frown slightly, noticing Leroy shivering or seeing him stifle a yawn every now and then, but trying his best to hide it.
She didn't say anything, but her eyebrows would furrow each time he looked tired or uncomfortable.
It was obvious that the cold was getting to him.
