You were the youngest minion of the Lady Bone Demon. Now, why did she decide that someone of your age would be a minion of hers? Who knows. Were you mind controlled? Doing this willingly? Forced? Maybe to all.

Being the young age that you are, your immune system is... terrible, to say the least. It's not exactly fully developed. So it wouldn't come as a surprise that you fell ill due to the bitter cold you were surrounded by.

Not having time to care for and nurse a sickly child back to health, the Lady Bone Demon ordered her other minion, the Mayor, to care for you instead. Now, did he know how to care for a sick kid?

Probably not.

But the Lady Bone Demon ordered him to help, so he'll try.

The Mayor burst into your little hideaway room, a bowl of warm soup in his hands. "I have this, for you!" He seemed a bit loud today.