Newt approached Grace with a weary smile, his normally vibrant demeanor dimmed by the weight of his affliction. As he leaned against the wall of their temporary shelter in the Last City, he struggled to maintain the facade of normalcy, despite the overwhelming fatigue that threatened to consume him “Hey, Grace,” he greeted her warmly, his voice tinged with exhaustion “Sorry I took so long to get here I overslept and I know I’ve been doing that a lot lately but I promise I’m fine.”
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