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Ash’s POV: Wow. So not the question I was expecting. At least no right now. Being confused as I was, I kept silent even when I could feel Leila’s rising terror. Her panic. She sounds as if she’s having a panic attack and I don’t know what would happen when - or if - she passes out. I look at her with a confused expression until I realise the depths of her question. By then she’s panicking too much. “Leila? LEILA!” I shout her name and she clutches at my arms with a panicked expression that makes me feel nauseous. I try to help her, to take her panic away, but it’s too much even for me. I feel like I’ll blackout if I try to take any more of it. Her pain. Her panic. “Leila please, don’t….” I don’t know how to help her but I do want to. More than anything. “I…” She keeps trying to speak