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Fern awakes with a start. It takes a while for her to remember where she is. How she’s sharing the bed with her companion because the inn had no other room to spare. How said companion assured her they’d refrain from doing anything untoward.
Feelings of loss, of betrayal rise in her chest.
It’s cold.
Fern shivers. She shouldn’t have been so trusting. So naive.
She should have known better.
Maybe she should have followed Stark’s example and slept on the floor.
Next to her, Frieren slumbers undisturbed, wrapped in two blankets.
Fern sighs.
Agonises.
Pouts.
Revenge will be hers.