The storm outside raged with an intensity that shook the very air around the cavern. Wind screamed through the jagged rocks, carrying torrents of rain that lashed against the stone walls with relentless force. Thunder growled in the distance, a deep, menacing rumble that seemed to echo through the cavern's depths. Mikhailis sat cross-legged near the fire, the dim light casting flickering shadows on his face. His sharp eyes were fixed on Cerys, her pale face damp with sweat as she rested on the makeshift bedding. The fever hadn't broken yet, but she was stable, her breathing even though shallow.