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IN THE OCEAN Nerida's question hung heavy in the air, and the silence stretched painfully between them. But before Dorian could reply, Nerida softened her tone and asked, “How are you feeling?” to which Dorian nodded, a shadow of his usual self. “I’m fine,” he said, but Nerida could see the strain in his eyes, the weight of recent events etched deeply in his features. She understood, though; sharks had almost killed him, and before that, his world had been turned upside-down. She sat down next to him. "Searus showed up with you," she started, but Dorian interrupted her. “Thank you for helping me,” he said abruptly and Nerida tried to advise him to rest, sensing his agitation, but he shook his head. “I need to go home,” he insisted and there was a tense silence before he turned to meet