Short of Breath

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Panic has been settling in, but it's no old friend. This feeling was never really something I've ever felt before. The most I've needed to panic is when Sidon, for the 1,408th time, cuts his foot on a luminous stone. 

Torfeau sensed my nervousness today, so she suggested we take a shortcut through the Faron Region. "Ruta's not that good on land, but it's better than going that way." she told Sidon.

The views on this voyage have been fantastic, but I have no time to admire them.

Sidon predicts we'll get to Lurelin by tomorrow. I hope he's right.

For once in my entire life,

I'm happy to be giving my time to someone else.

I wonder what this means?

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