Capone finally stopped curling up from the cold, his body and restless mind gradually calming down.
The wind and waves seemed to have gotten stronger again. Sophia felt nauseous from the swaying and could only hold him tighter. The two of them truly had to rely on each other, with neither able to leave the other.
In the middle of the night, Capone woke up once, seemingly from the pain in his wounds, because Sophia heard his faint groans.
When he was awake, he would never make a sound because of the pain; that was the result of his suppression and endurance. Now, in this state, he was more fragile and lost than ever before.
"Does it hurt a lot? It's okay, I'll change your bandages tomorrow, and it won't hurt so much! Someone will come to rescue us soon, don't be afraid!"
She couldn't see Capone's expression in the darkness, but the wind blew the blanket up, and by the moonlight, she saw that he seemed to be smiling, albeit weakly.