The witch's eye fluttered open to reveal an unfamiliar ceiling, woods chipped and marred by ice glitters, as the gaps sprayed frosty dust to tickle down her cheek.
"Are you alright, Demond?"
The witch's icy gaze fluttered upon that tender voice before sighing, still staring at the frosty ceiling, intrigued and exhausted. "Are you, Adrei?"
"Well," the dragon chuckled, her frostbitten fingers petting Demond's forehead to ease her pain. "Far from it, I'm afraid."
"Seem we've been through hell, and it came from a certain gremlin who froze her diaper as an infant, now grew up and almost froze a whole town." The witch groaned as she held her nauseated head, buzzing and coiling into itself.
"Fortunately, the ice fog didn't last long, about five to ten minutes, I believe." Adrei glanced away, the frozen window in the tavern was still emitting frosty fogs, as if writing itself from the ice.
