The woman glanced at Snowy, and the fox immediately strutted over and affectionately rubbed against her hand. A trace of warmth flickered in her eyes, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared, replaced by her usual cool composure.

"Thank you," she said. "Once I've recovered, I'll leave and won't trouble you anymore."

"No worry," Dustin replied. "Just focus on your recovery. By the way, may I know your name?"

She was silent for a moment before answering softly, "Blanche Frost."

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