As we left the fortune teller's tent, the energy of the festival continued to swirl around us. Lise was practically floating on air, her excitement contagious. Zephara, however, was lagging slightly behind, her usual confident stride replaced by a more measured pace. I noticed her paler complexion and the occasional grimace, and couldn't help but chuckle softly.
"Zephara, are you feeling alright?" I asked, trying to keep the amusement out of my voice.
She shot me a look, half-heartedly glaring. "I'll be fine, Leora. Just... give me a moment."
Lise, catching on to Zephara's discomfort, couldn't resist teasing her. "Looks like the fearless warrior has met her match in a roller coaster! Who would've thought?"
Zephara's eyes narrowed at Lise, but there was a hint of humor in them. "If you value your life, Lise, you'll stop right there."
