Maggie's POV
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The rain had kept falling all day. Thunder rumbled, and its echoes reached even the depths of the cave. Small streams had formed, weaving their way inside, flowing into the dark recesses the trio was still hesitant to explore.
Maggie sat on the flat stone surface, separated from her companions by the narrow stream that followed a hanging path.
Silence reigned in the cave. Dylan was busy arranging his soaked clothes. The young lieutenant had undressed—honestly, Maggie couldn't judge, she had done the same earlier. But he kept on just his underwear, which caught Maggie's feminine curiosity—though she quickly pushed the thought away.
"I'm an adult, and I have to act like one," she told herself, suppressing those inappropriate feelings that didn't belong in such a situation.
"You know what—"
She exhaled and stood up, heading toward her suitcase. She retrieved the anima gem from the orc they'd managed to kill earlier that day and rolled it in her palm.
