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A flicker of relief danced across Reagan's face, "Thank you," he murmured, "Now, tell me everything." A sweet, assuring smile formed on his lips. Her voice, hoarse from exhaustion and unspoken fear, poured out the events of the early hours. She expressed her worry about Reyana's state of unconsciousness. "I am trying to be brave and to stay positive, Reagan, but I am afraid. She's been in this state for four days now. What if she doesn't come out of it?" A single tear traced a path down her cheek, but she quickly brushed it away. "You have to stay positive. Reyana will be fine. She is a fighter, and she'll pull through this. I have no doubt." His words held encouragement. "Together, we can help her," he continued, his gaze meeting hers, "Let's find the herbs you need for that potion. W