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."
