Is It Because I Am A Black Witch?

She pressed her lips in thin line as she looked at him with worry. The next moment she removed her jacket and shirt and put them aside, leaving herself in her chest band and pants she was wearing. 

Without a second thought, she slipped beneath the blanket, wrapping her arms around the prince's trembling form, trying to provide him a warmth from her body. It was the basic thing to do when there was a need.

 'Perhaps, not only my body warmth but my affinity as a black witch might aid in countering the effects of this dark magic,' she contemplated, determined to do whatever it took to alleviate his suffering.

Gradually, she sensed his body stopped trembling. She couldn't help but be surprised. Clinging tightly to him, her arms securely wrapped around his form, she gazed at his now serene face, absent of any furrowed brows.