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."

immediately understood. Her face flushed, but her body

arms

them. Quincy was momentarily stunned but managed

not to dampen the mood with doubt. She found herself hoping for the best, thinking that

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 against her, his skin flushed with an unnatural

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

lively just yesterday would fall ill so suddenly. In their current

yelling, just let

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