She herself was covered by a thin, stiff quilt the female protagonist had brought along—God knows how many years it had been used—that offered not an ounce of warmth when pulled over the body.
She often woke up cold in the middle of the night, catching a cold several times on its account. Yet every time, the female protagonist would do nothing but shed tears, looking completely at a loss, her mouth repeating only that it was all her fault, that she was a burden to the original owner.
Yet she never once mentioned returning the new, thick bedding to the original owner.
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