After walking for a while, Lydia stumbled upon a small pond.

Her heart leaped with relief as she found a tree for Quincy to lean against. She tore a strip of fabric from her skirt and soaked it in the cool water. She then began to gently wipe Quincy's feverish body. As she worked, she murmured to herself, "Quincy, you have to get better. When we get back, I'll agree to whatever you ask."

She assumed Quincy was too delirious to hear her. However, he reached out suddenly and grabbed her hand tightly. He asked with his intense gaze. "Do you really mean that?"

Lydia was startled. If it weren't for Quincy's body still burning with fever, she might have thought he was faking it. Blushing, she said, "I didn't say anything. Let go of me, now." Quincy chuckled weakly. "No way, I heard every word."

Lydia looked down, embarrassed, and gave him a light shove. "I think you're just pretending to be sick."

Hearing this, Quincy immediately looked hurt. He took Lydia's hand and placed it on his chest, saying, "Feel for yourself and see if I'm lying."

her teasing. Her brows furrowed with concern. "You're really

her eyes. She had spotted a middle-aged man with a

voice made the man take a closer

explained hurriedly, "My friend here is very sick. We got lost while exploring, and now he

take ages, and she knew she

up and down and asked, "You two came here to explore? You look more like

Quincy, realizing how disheveled they appeared. Embarrassment flickered across her face. They really did look like

"Come with me. I've been out all day and haven't caught anything, but maybe running into you two is a sign that I'm supposed to help." Lydia

shook out two pills, and handed them to her. "Give these to him. Medicine is precious up here in the mountains. Even for someone like me, I only make it to town every ten or

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