It's the pregnant Sylphy...
Outside of these, what else can I regret?
Even with this unease, we can't travel any faster.
The weather worsened, the snow fell heavier.
Everyone's fine, but Zenith seems fatigued, so I made a saddle with Earth Magic and let her ride instead.
The Armadillo seems to be suffering from the chill and about to die any time now.
Maybe I should have left it at the desert.
No, it's too late already.
At least, before it dies it deserves a name.