Ilaria, who was examining the body, turned to Jude.
"This girl is still alive!"
"Really?"
When Jude walked over to Ilaria, he saw that the body belonged to a woman wearing glasses. She was unconscious, but her forehead and eyebrows were moving ever so slightly.
"She's lucky we stopped here."
Jude took out some rice and some mullet and put them on the floor. The remaining ghouls came in, hurriedly picked up the food and ate it, then moved somewhere else. They could recover their stamina just by avoiding the cold snow and wind for a while.
As Jude lit a fire, Ilaria dragged the woman over and laid her near it. "Give me a blanket. This lady is soaking wet."
"Anyone who saw you two would say you're the older lady here."
"Hah! I'm still in my twenties."
