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.

help but laugh

glanced at her with a playful smirk. "You know, if we

and after a moment

soft voice broke the silence, "It wouldn't be

worry. We're not dying

the pursuers were closing in, and ahead was a steep drop. The cliff didn't look

looked up, his voice firm, "Lydia, are

not," she

the cliff, holding Lydia tight. The pursuers skidded to a stop

do now? How are we supposed

cliff. If they're not dead, they're at least

turned back, deciding

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