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Rahiq was grateful for the extra layer, although somewhat shocked to see the stranger to give it up so easily. She quickly wrapped the cloak tightly around herself, blocking the ice-cold winds from licking her skin. When the bread followed, Rahiq gracelessly pulled it out of the boy's hands and tore through it like it was her first decent meal in weeks... Which it was. She couldn't push a sentence out of her throat, though, even one of gratitude. All that went through Rahiq's head was how she could survive... And the boy was helping her do just that.

When they entered the inn, the transition from cold to warm made Rahiq feel feverish. She held onto Richter to keep her balance, as they walked to a table and sat down. Rahiq fared better here, but the change and memory of the outside had caught her off-guard. It wasn't until the stranger returned with bread and soup that she started to come back to her senses. She savoured the strange flavour of her soup, as well as the heat... Although Rahiq drank it with so much vigour, it was a miracle she didn't burn her mouth.

"Rahiq bint Raafe." She answered the boy after she had half-finished the soup. "I jumped off a ship." Rahiq's answers were concise, not wasting many words before delving into her food again. She must had looked terribly, but at that point the girl felt no shame. Every bit of strength returning was a blessing, and thanks to her saviour she would be under the weather for a few days, instead of freezing to death. Still, there was a question that plagued her...

"Where am I?"