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It took Rahiq more than just a few seconds to realise what had broken her fall. She struggled to get up, feeling more of the cold bite her skin. The boy she had landed on quickly stood up and grabbed her by the arm. The next thing she knew Rahiq was getting a surprise tour through the harbour's back alleys. Not stopping to think, Rahiq put all her strength in keeping up with her saviour, panting heavily and darting clumsily behind Richter until he finally slowed down.

Rahiq coughed and wheezed, as if her nausea hadn't been enough by itself. Everything spun before her eyes, and Rahiq had trouble discerning the boy's position because of it. “Cold.” She creaked, wrapping her arms around her chest. The flimsy cloak was still around, but she was clearly not dressed for the environment. “Cold. Hungry. Please.” Rahiq begged weakly, as if the sudden burst of adrenaline had shut off her ability to form coherent sentences. The boy, for whatever reason, had saved her from whatever the sailors had planned to do to her and with her condition getting worse by the second, Rahiq saw little choice but to ask whoever he was for help...