As she blinked, her lids gradually became more and more weighed, the umber-light figure of her hunting companion now a blur in her clouded vision.
In the final moments of her awareness, she saw it — the panic, the shared terror in his eyes as he rushed to her side. She, too, would share in this sentiment, if only sleep hadn't been so... inviting.
Between ragged breaths, she would labor but a mere whisper between her teeth.
"Francis?"
Until, at last, the darkness finally consumed her vision.
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