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But before she could inquire further, Gabriel's eyes fluttered shut, his energy depleted once again.
With a sigh, Liz gently squeezed Gabriel's hand, silently reassuring him even as her mind raced with unanswered questions. What did he mean by "Freya"? And why did it seem to affect him so deeply?
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"Gabriel? Oh, you're finally awake! I was getting worried," Liz exclaimed, her voice tinged with relief as she approached Gabriel's bedside. She reached out, gently helping him to sit up and offering him a glass of water.
Gabriel's response was faint, his voice strained. "Liz...," he murmured, his gaze searching as if struggling to fully grasp his surroundings.
