So in the end, Kaya had to abandon that idea too.
There was no point forcing something that wouldn't work. She needed to think of another way—another solution to drive away the creeping cold. Fire helped, yes. Inside the house, it was the only thing keeping the room tolerably warm. But the floor—made poorly on a bed of soil—still breathed cold through every corner. And that cold seeped up, slowly and stubbornly, no matter how many layers one wore.
Her body could handle it—for now. She was strong. She had the herbs, the tonics, the knowledge. But strength had limits, and she wasn't foolish enough to test them unnecessarily. A single fever, a chill caught deep in the bones… if it turned into something worse like pneumonia, then what?
What would she do then?
