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."

Her face flushed, but her

her arms

that moment, something shifted between them. Quincy was momentarily stunned but managed to respond, "Meeting you is my

somewhere nice 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 made it through the night, they would surely find their way out the next morning. "When that

Quincy agreed with a

rays of sunlight filtered into the cave, Lydia awoke with a sense that something was

quickly shook him, her voice laced with worry, "Quincy, Quincy, what's wrong with

would fall ill so suddenly. In their current situation, this was

barely conscious, feverish, and disoriented. "Stop yelling,

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