Satin: "I don't think I recognise this place... Perseus, are you sure we came this way?"
Perseus: "I'm not sure... I...."
Satin: "Perseus? Are you alright?"
Perseus: "I feel so cold... weak...."
Satin: "Perseus!"
Perseus: *faintly* "...so... tired...."
Satin: "Perseus! Can you hear me? Answer me!"
Perseus: "...."
Satin: He's unconscious, or near to. It's getting dark... "Hello? Anyone there? We need help!"
Perseus: *murmuring* "Si froid... je suis si froid...aidez-moi...."
It's getting colder. He'll die if we stay out here. We both will.
Satin: "Anyone out there? Help us! Someone... anyone!!"
So cold and dark....
TBC, perhaps?
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