Randa was tidying Olessia's room when she noticed her curled up on the bed, shivering. The thin blanket barely covered her, and she hugged herself tightly as if it could somehow keep out the chill.
"Are you cold, Miss Olessia?" Randa asked, her voice tinged with surprise. She was used to the cold; it didn't affect her the way it did others. But Olessia… her fragile body seemed to struggle against the chill in a way that made Randa pause.
Olessia nodded, drawing her arms tighter. "You're not cold?" she asked, glancing up with wide, uncertain eyes.
Randa shook her head. "Not at all. I'm used to it." She leaned closer, a teasing smile flickering across her face. "But if this is hard for you now, wait until winter comes. Snow isn't kind."
Olessia's eyes widened. "Snow?"
"Every year," Randa said confidently. "Snow falls every single year. Everywhere."
