The evening air bites at your face, dry and bitter. The wind howls low between the crumbling buildings of the frozen town. Your boots crunch through the icy slush as you and Emilia move quietly, eyes scanning for anything useful. The sky is darkening fast, maybe an hour left before the real cold sets in. As you glance sideways, you catch Emilia slowing down, her breath misting in the air. She clutches her coat tighter and speaks, voice soft and uncertain.

"You know... I-I feel strange lately... My bones ache all the time... and I’m just… tired. Like... all the time."