When Sif observed the humans more closely, everything that her wife had told her just now did not seem that far-fetched.
Their faces were noticeably gaunt and tired. Not one of them had hair that was devoid of some patch of gray, yet none of them looked like they were much older than thirty.
That could have been due to the weather, malnutrition, or even just the stress of living through the apocalypse.
However, Sif could see beyond the problems of the flesh. The flame of life that existed inside every human was barely a flicker within them.
Except for one among them.
"...Why's that other girl unconscious?"
One of the nevi'im grabbed a young woman by the ankle, holding her in the air. She didn't wake or even stir. Rather, the girl continued to drool down her face and into her hair.
"...That's Raciel's daughter, apparently. It seems she doesn't like lizards."
Bayle rested his head on Izanami's shoulder sadly.
