Winston went to add firewood after bathing and eating. When he returned to the bedroom, Irina was already asleep.

He quietly crawled into bed. Although his movements were extremely light and slow, he still woke her.

The temperature in the house was delightfully warm, but Irina curled up with an uncomfortable expression and mumbled.

“Why has Irina been talking in her sleep these past few days?” Damien asked. “Is she having nightmares?”

“Saint Zach…” Irina made the same mumbling sounds and curled up even more tightly.

Damien quickly hugged her and gently patted her back. Her expression then became much more relaxed and the sleeptalking stopped, perhaps because she felt...