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When Adaria came around, it was sometime late in the evening. She was lying on the ground in the cave, wrapped up in a heavy woolen blanket. The sky had gone dull outside, as storm clouds began to gather above.
She looked around slowly, and saw that Nero was sitting just a few feet away from her, his knees drawn up and his head bent. He looked almost asleep, until she stirred and he turned to face her immediately.
“Hey,” he whispered, rushing to her side immediately. “Are you okay? How do you feel?”
“Like I just fell off a cliff and was knocked to the ground by a herd of elephants,” she replied. “What happened?”
“Well, you sort of fainted,” he said. “That was a few hours ago. I think it was just the exhaustion getting to you. Like I said, you have been spreading yourself too thi
