Viola.

While we were in this deep, exhaustive search through the dark woods and misty paths, we were already so tired-hours in, my legs aching like fire.

I felt like I could hardly keep walking, feeling so cold from the damp night air and losing the ability to breathe steady, my chest tight with exhaustion.

Luke, I guess, noticed my stumbling steps and pale face right away, and he suggested to me kindly but firm, "Your Highness, we've been looking non-stop for five hours now, and it's gonna ...