Due to battling wits with the Demon, Losa exhausted his energy and fell into a deep sleep.
Until, a hurried sound of hooves echoed in the manor.
Jeanne, holding her iron helmet in one hand, dust-laden, pushed the door open with long strides and entered. Her hair tips and cheeks were covered with quite a bit of dust.
Furinjiara, half-awake, opened her eyes and murmured: "Who is it, disturbing someone's sweet dreams in the middle of the night?"
A cold hand slipped into her quilt, soon disappointed: "Ah, I forgot, you don't have any warmth at all."
"Jeanne, you idiot, why don't you reach out for the big silly guy..."
Immediately she noticed Prajna leaning lightly against the wall, her pair of dark eyes shining brightly in the night — she hadn't slept at all and reacted at the first moment Jeanne came into the courtyard.
"Jeanne, how come you're here?"
Losa struggled to sit up.
