She nodded, "I do know..."
A comfortable silence fell between them, the only sound the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze. Alex studied Ayesha, admiring her newfound confidence and determination. He could see the fire in her eyes, the same fire that burned within him, the desire to protect and defend those in need.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" Alex finally asked, breaking the silence. He looked at her, reminding her that she was the one who had brought him outside for a private conversation.
Ayesha hesitated for a moment, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I... I wanted to ask for your help," she admitted, her voice soft and hesitant.
"With what?" Alex inquired, his tone encouraging.
"You know Bella Camacho? She's my friend, but she's in Cymeria now. Can you help me get to her and... help her?"
"What's wrong with her?" Alex asked, his concern growing.
"You'll know when you see it."
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