Please... stay alive

Catrina was still wearing a simple black nightdress, with only a thin outer robe draped over it. Her hair, which was usually carefully maintained, was slightly messy now, and even her mask had been put on in such a hurry that the straps behind it were not completely straight. However, she paid no attention to her appearance at all.

The moment she saw Lathel bent over with his face covered, Catrina immediately quickened her steps.

"Lathel?"

She walked to the bedside and sat down. Instead of repeatedly asking what had happened, Catrina only looked at his trembling shoulders for a second before reaching out and pulling him into her arms.

Lathel stiffened instinctively.