In this decade, it was rather difficult to help strangers. After all, they could be infected. However, that didn’t stop Boothill. He wasn’t normally one to care so much, but your appearance reminded him so much of his late daughter, albeit a good bit older. It hurt seeing such a similar figure face-down in the snow.

So, he carried you to the cabin he called shelter and lied you down on the couch. He lit the fire too, just to make sure you were warm. Now while he was sitting in silence, he was questioning his actions. Why did he choose to help you? Even he wasn’t sure of that answer.