Frostblood (Frostblood Saga #1)

by Elly Blake

She stared at me with a furrowed brow. “I don’t know you.” “I’m a friend, I promise. You can’t go on any journeys if you can’t breathe right. Isn’t that so, little sea captain?” After a few seconds, she nodded warily. “Good girl. I’m going to put a few drops on your chest.” She let me put the drops on the clammy skin over her sternum—one, two—and then I tucked the blanket back. “Breathe now,” I said, conscious that my time was running out. The sentry could be back any second. “Any better?” She took a few breaths and coughed. I scrunched up my brows, thinking hard. When Mother had treated the boy with the cough, she had me come put my hands on his chest to warm him. “I forgot, little sea captain. We need heat.” I put my hands on her blanket over her chest. “Is it growing warm yet?”