A smile spread across Juliette's face when Alicia opened the door. She gave a curt nod and quickly stepped into the apartment. It didn't feel any less cold than it did outside. At least it wasn't windy. She wrapped the scarf from around her neck, draping it over her arm. "Hello dearie," she greeted like a chirp. Despite being French, Juliette had learned English in Britain at her boarding school during her elementary days so she spoke almost perfect English with a posh, British accent. 
"Did the heater stop working again?" 
A couple of weeks ago, their heater had been working from some miraculous way. Maybe or not Juliette had a hand in it but no one would've suspected. But it felt as if it wasn't working again. She was tempted to offer to buy her friend a new heater, or just buying her one without telling her. 

A small wave of emotions washed over Juliette, making her shiver. The feeling of sadness and sickness was always strongest when she was near her subject. The young, sick boy in the other room was the main reason she ever encountered Alicia. Her ward, the person she the most concerned with internally but never showing it. How her heart ached at the thought of what he was going to have to go through in the time to come. But she couldn't warn them. As much as she wanted to, no matter how much it hurt to watch these lovely human beings suffer in this way, she couldn't say anything.