Eliza Windsor was speechless; at this moment, really, still tangled up in this?
She frowned at Selene Kane, then glanced at the Empress's cold side profile, ultimately couldn't bear it, and sighed softly.
She took off her own cloak, made of high-grade Northern Snow Wolf Skin, with a faint calming spiritual aura.
Without hesitation, she tossed it over; the cloak traced an arc in the air, wrapping Selene Kane precisely.
The cloak was large and thick, enveloping her securely in an instant.
Warmth surged over her, and Selene Kane couldn't help but gasp softly.
"Wow, so warm, the fur quality is great... and there's a faint soothing presence, my spiritual fluctuations have steadied..."
Eliza Windsor let out a light scoff, her tone carrying a hint of disdain.
"That's made from the Imperial Husband's skin."
Selene Kane instantly froze, her pupils contracted slightly, fingers unconsciously tightening a bit.
