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Sneezing loudly every few paces, Alyx made her sluggish way to the origin of her father's familiar voice. Maybe it was the changing of the seasons or maybe it was just some salt sickness on the breeze, but since arriving in Sapphique, Alyx had come down with a wicked chest cold.

She was feeling a little better, well enough to attend Phox's summons, although by the time she arrived in sight of Regent and leader alike, she was breathing heavily through the phlegm gathered in her throat. Nevertheless, Alyx hastened forth with a woozy sidestep, calling out, dad! as she went.

She would be better soon, and news from the Caldera, likely regarding her baby siblings, would certainly help her mood even if it did nothing for the symptoms.