Chapter 179

While praising Camelia, Ryan felt warm inside. Despite their disagreements, Camelia stayed focused on the bigger picture. "Thank you for your concern." "Don't think too highly of yourself," Camelia replied coldly. "I'm just worried that no one will find food for us if you get sick." Ryan knew she didn't actually mean it. He and Sherry exchanged a mirthful glance over Camelia's contrariness. Worried, Freya kept staring at Ryan. Her concern was evident on her face. "Your eyes look very red. It must be from all the sneezing. Let me make you another bowl of ginger tea." "It's okay." Ryan waved his hand. If he really caught a cold, no amount of ginger tea would help. "I just need a good night's sleep. Don't worry, everyone." Ryan glanced at the ladies, all of whom looked concerned. He felt deeply touched by their care. That night, they built two fires—one near Camelia and one near Ryan. Sherry made sure Ryan slept by the fire for warmth. As she held him, she noticed his body was icy