This was the first time Quincy had spoken so much at once.

He was usually the type to keep his words to a minimum. "Stop crying. We're still here, safe and sound. Isn't that proof enough that we've been really lucky?"

He tried to smile, hoping to lift Lydia's spirits. Lydia wiped her eyes with her sleeve and nodded, "You're right."

The night air was bitterly cold, and a chill swept through the cave, causing Lydia to shiver involuntarily.

Quincy noticed her discomfort and hesitated for a moment before clearing his throat. He then suggested a bit awkwardly, "If we stay closer, it might help us stay warm."

understood. Her face flushed, but

radiated warmth like a small furnace. Lydia instantly felt a wave of comfort and safety wash over her. Without thinking, she gently wrapped her arms around his waist. Quincy tensed up in surprise, clearly not expecting such an intimate gesture from Lydia. With her head resting on his shoulder, Lydia whispered, "Quincy, meeting you is the best luck

that moment, something shifted between them. Quincy was momentarily stunned but managed to

to unwind." Hearing this, Lydia chose not to dampen the mood with doubt. She found herself hoping for the best, thinking that as long as they

agreed

awoke with a sense that something was off. She realized she was holding onto what felt like a giant heater. Quincy had slumped

through her as she quickly shook him, her

optimistic and lively just yesterday would fall ill so suddenly. In

was barely conscious, feverish, and disoriented. "Stop yelling, just let me sleep a

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