Eleanor had barely taken three steps towards them when suddenly her steps faltered, and she was just about to fall down face first. A gust of wind blew, and a strong arm saved her from falling.
That strong, reliable arm coiled around her waist and pulled her closer towards his warm embrace. The next second, she was wrapped in his coat, shielding her from the cold.
"Thank you." Eleanor glanced at Reinhardt, who stopped her from falling.
The latter smiled and shook his head. He then pointed at the carriage waiting for them and escorted them in.
They had just settled in their seats when… Grrrrr… a sound cut cleanly through the silence.
Eleanor froze. Her eyes widened; one hand shot to her stomach while the other waved frantically towards them.
"T-that wasn't me. The wind, yes, the wind makes strange sounds at night, doesn't it?"
