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."

Lydia immediately understood. Her face flushed, but her body acted on instinct, moving closer

small furnace. Lydia instantly felt a wave of comfort and safety wash over her. Without thinking, she gently wrapped her arms around his

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

fade into the background. Quincy spoke softly, "When we get back, I'll make sure to take you somewhere nice to unwind." Hearing this, Lydia chose not to dampen the mood with doubt. She found herself hoping for the

Quincy agreed

of sunlight filtered into the cave, Lydia awoke with a sense that something was off. She realized she was holding onto what felt like a giant heater. Quincy had slumped

surged through her as she quickly shook him, her voice laced with worry, "Quincy, Quincy, what's

lively just yesterday would fall ill so suddenly. In their current situation, this was the worst

feverish, and disoriented. "Stop yelling, just let me sleep

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