Sweat started to bead on Quincy's forehead, and he silently cursed himself for his foolishness.

They continued running, but Lydia was quickly running out of steam. Despite pushing herself, her heavy breathing made it clear she couldn't keep up much longer.

"Quincy, go on without me. Don't worry about me," she panted.

"No way. Get on my back," Quincy insisted.

Lydia froze for a moment, shaking her head. "N-no, I'm too heavy."

"Come on, if we waste any more time, they'll catch us," he urged.

Realizing the urgency, Lydia didn't argue further. She wrapped her arms around Quincy's neck. "Am I too heavy?" she asked, feeling guilty for slowing them down and wishing she had trained more.

Quincy shifted her on his back with ease. "You're light as a feather. No problem at all," he said, trying to comfort her.

but laugh at the

playful smirk. "You know, if we die together like this, does

after a moment

broke the silence,

chuckled, "Don't worry. We're not dying

were closing in, and ahead was a steep drop. The cliff didn't look impossibly high, and there was

voice firm, "Lydia, are you

I'm not," she replied,

Quincy leaped off the cliff, holding Lydia tight. The pursuers skidded to a stop at

now? How are we supposed

they're at

with that, the group turned back, deciding

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