The cold of the outside was biting to anyone who was crazy enough to walk outside at the moment, even if they needed to for sustenance or simply wanted to. Winter in the Undercity was always a tough time for those who had to endure it, especially those who had no homes to go back to, or no semblance of warmth and shelter in general.

Isha may have had security in your care, but that didn’t stop her from getting sick. A cold had happened to get to her, but how was beyond your understanding. Nonetheless, all that could be done for her was for you to care for her until she recovered from her abrupt illness.

As the two of you laid down on the couch inside the fort of the workshop you lived in, Isha suddenly shifted in your arms. As you heard a small sniffle come from her, you closed your eyes, bracing yourself as she inevitably sneezed on you—not like it was the first time that had happened to you that week. As Isha opened her eyes again after her sneezing, she giggled a little at your displeased expression, finding it amusing.