I wake up to pain.
Which is a surprise, because I didn't think I'd wake up at all.
Hot droplets of something fall on my face.
When I manage to open my eyes, there's an ugly-crying face above me.
...I can see why Roland thought Lucas might cry himself to death.
I gently reach up and cup his cheek. "Shh. You...sound like a dying cat...."
Lucas' mouth shuts and he immediately tries to scrub at his face, sniffling miserably and shaking as he looks at me. "Don't die, don't- please-"
Cyril tuts gently, somewhere I can't see. "No one is dying today."
I groan and turn my head to the old man. He's slumped boneless on the ground - we're outside the labyrinth.
"Mgh...don't look at me." Cyril shook his head. "That magic took everything out of me. You're alive because Young Valentine had a potion on him to restore Celeste. She is the one who saved yourself and your old man."
Celeste, who's also passed out on the ground, stirs slightly with his words and mumbles something I don't catch.
