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

she gently wrapped her arms around his waist. Quincy

was momentarily stunned but managed to respond, "Meeting

in the surrounding forest seemed to 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 best, thinking that as long as they made it through the night, they would surely find their way

Quincy agreed with

awoke with a sense that something was off. She realized she

shook him, her voice laced with worry,

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

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

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