"Yurel, no one's gonna be up this early. It's practically morning already, why don't we just rest outside somewhere?"
Yurel sighed, turning to her brother. She looked up to meet his eyes, giving him a sarcastic look. "We both haven't slept in a long time, and you have a cold. And let me remind you that it wasn't me who lost our money."
Yulsin averted his eyes, visibly embarrassed. He knew it was his fault they couldn't stay at an inn. He was about to speak when he suddenly started coughing. His already pale skin had paled some more, and he was beginning to look like a ghost.
Yurel's eyes softened. "You seem to be getting worse," she muttered, her red eyes filled with concern. The woman knocked on the door once more, hoping to get a response. If nothing happened this time, she would leave.