Lost Ragne Letter 2 - The Pining Frost

I do not know how to explain this without sounding mad.

Saelith has grown very... Quiet. She does not answer me with distance, but just appears empty of her usual vigor, in moments. She still smiles and speaks kindly to me, but sometimes her eyes linger in the distance, where nothing moves, as if peering through walls. Twice now I’ve found fractals of frost on her sleeves though the hearth burned hot, and the night was not the bitter cold we've grown used to.

When I asked, she laughed and waved me off. Said she’d walked too long near the river Mists and caught a chill.

But... She no longer hums while she weaves. Her yellow eyes are fixed on her work with an unmoving stillness.

And that frightens me more than I want to admit.

- B.