"Are you alright?" Sam asked.
Damian just coughed for a while and, finally having some success in breathing, replied,
"Fine.."
"We should hurry up. Maybe this place has a cost for letting us in.." Maelor said, looking at Damian.
He just nodded and, with Sam's help, sat down on the black and white ground. The scenes kept changing—Maelor and Sam had tried saying something in each scene, cycle after cycle, but nothing seemed to grab her attention. Unlike Maelor or Sam, Lucian seemed to be trapped much more deeply in her psyche—she was not known for sharing her feelings. Everything with her was to the point.