Holding Eira in her arms, Adelyn tried to remember.
However—
Except for a deep, fragmented dream, she remembered nothing.
Even those scattered fragments were so vague and so incomplete that they made no sense at all.
If she had really been running such a high fever last night ...
Shouldn't she remember something?
Anything ...
How was it that her entire memory of the night seemed like a perfectly clean slate?
Eira's sniffles gradually subsided, and she slowly lifted her head to look up at Adelyn from within her embrace.
"Mama ... you're really alright now?"
Adelyn lowered her gaze to the little girl. Seeing that petite face still filled with worry, she smiled gently.
"Of course, sweetie." She lightly tapped the girl's nose. "Didn't you just press your forehead against mine to check my temperature?"
Little Eira paused for a second before recalling what she had done.
Mama's temperature really did feel normal now ...
... Which meant she wasn't sick anymore.
But ...
