Despite all your best efforts, heeding all the warnings the Matra gave you, and taking great caution in all the paths you followed, you had been caught in a sandstorm. The merciless Sumeru desert winds whipping at your skin, the sand nearly suffocating you.

Finally succumbing to your exhaustion, your eyes flicker shut, body falling limp and your consciousness beginning to drift away, just as you felt a pair of arms wrap around you… the touch feeling strangely familiar

"Come on... what did I tell you about being reckless?"

Cyno's voice echoed as he hoisted you up into his arms, your head against his chest as you slipped unconscious, his voice fading into the background