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Emilia:  With the silent girls in tow, Emilia slid over frozen snow and bounded toward the copse of the trees. When she reached her destination and examined Roswaal, she realized he was half-covered in snow, not making the slightest movement as he gazed into the distance. Emilia violently shook his shoulder as she harshly called out to him. “Hey, Roswaal! Are you listening? Roswaal, I’m talking to you! You can’t stay in a place like this! You need to get to the tomb right away… This isn’t the time to freeze!”
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Emilia:  When she shook him, snow that had accumulated on Roswaal’s head fell away. When she caught a glimpse of the side of his face her shaking had uncovered, it stole Emilia’s breath away. She sensed no life in those eyes, no gravitas from his expression… He looked so very frail. “—! Ram?”
human
Emilia:  Frightened by Roswaal’s lack of reaction, Emilia called out to the girl sleeping in his arms. But seeing her slumbering face, she immediately sensed something was wrong. There was no sign of the snow accumulating on her cheek melting away… “Ram? Ram!” Emilia desperately called out to that sleeping face, trying to see if that would wake her. However, there was no response. Of course there was no reply, but her eyelids didn’t even twitch. When she touched the girl, her cheek and her lips seemed abnormally cold. It was almost as if— “That can’t be…!”
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Emilia:  Brushing that grim possibility aside, Emilia put a hand into Ram’s clothes. When she touched the girl’s diminutive, cold-feeling chest to make sure, her palm felt a faint reaction…the weakest of heartbeats. “—She’s alive! It’ll be all right! We can still make it! Roswaal!”
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Emilia:  Having found a ray of hope, Emilia looked back at Roswaal. His hand still touched her forehead, but his eyes remained vacant and distant. That same moment, she understood. A vast amount of mana was coursing from Roswaal’s palm into Ram’s forehead. By feeding her considerably weakened body that mana, he had helped maintain her weak hold on life, if just barely. “You saved Ram, didn’t you…?” Recognizing this, Emilia sank into thought. Ram’s condition was poor.