Hannah still clutched a section of quilt in her arms, as if she had just had a pleasant dream.
Archer closed the fairytale book and set it aside, lightening his footsteps as he got up and left.
The fireplace in the room was still burning, only the fire had diminished a bit.
Archer added some wood to the fireplace, then got up and walked over to the window, drawing back the curtains.
The world outside was filled with drifting snow, and in the distance, one could only see a small point of light flickering.
It was Hannah's pumpkin lantern.
Although he couldn't see the person clearly, Archer could feel their gaze and subconsciously furrowed his brows.
A sense of wariness came over him.
He drew the curtains closed, adding a second layer to ensure nothing outside could be seen.
*
For several days in a row, Archer had stayed not far from the stone house.
He wouldn't wander too far away, and even when he did, it was to find food.
