Azrail looked over at Dot, who was sitting up on his mattress. She had more color on her cheeks, and her lips were no longer blue. “Yeah, I’m sure she’ll be fine.”
He nodded and handed over the jars. As the cell door slid closed, Azrail turned to him again. “Is there something wrong with the heating? It’s been so cold these last couple of days.”
The bear shook his head. “No, it’s the beginning of the colder season. It’ll be colder before it gets warmer again.”
Colder? Beginning of the cold season? “Will we get more blankets?”
“You need to grow your fur.” He rubbed a hairy arm, and Azrail nodded. As the guard moved away, he turned to Dot. “We need to grow fur, Dot.”
“Great.”
* * * *
Khaal paced the cell. Again. He’d paced all evening, well into the night, and when he couldn’t sleep a
