Nancy Allen felt useless.
But she never thought of telling Godfery Shaw not to care about her, because that was impossible.
She sat on the plank, not daring to move, while Godfery Shaw steadied the board, and they continued to drift downstream.
It was too cold, wet clothes clung to her body, the sun shone down, but it felt as though it was separated by ice, providing no warmth.
Sitting on the plank was already so unbearable for Nancy, she couldn't imagine what it was like for Godfery, who was soaked in the water. She bit her frozen, purplish lips, silently persevering.
She didn't know how much time had passed.
Nancy was drowsy, while Godfery's gaze suddenly sharpened like a wolf's, looking ahead.
Godfery's voice remained calm and dependable, "Nancy, sit tight, we're approaching a relatively narrow shallows area with a bridge. I'll find an opportunity to land."
