Shiba opened the door slowly, knowing the storm had only gotten a bit better. A young man in thick clothing stood in front of the door. He had a backpack on his back and his eyes were almost squeezed shut.
"I'm sorry if I came at a bad time. Our village chief told us to bring you some food. I got ingredients and meat in this backpack. Please use them. If you need anything, please tell me now."
Shiba turned around, seeing Weixian come to him. "Do we need anything?"
"Only some more tea."
"There is some in the backpack. If I may ask... You aren't the lady from yesterday... Are you... The one she was carrying?"
"Oh? Yeah that's right. My friend is resting for now. Please don't be worried. She is just exhausted," Weixian said, trying her best to not arouse suspicion.
