The rest of the week passed by in a flash for Angelo. He recovered swiftly from the blizzard, and the snowstorm was showing signs of stopping sometime soon.

During that period, he got to know Byleth a lot more. She was smart and thoughtful, yet she was shy from a lack of social interaction with anyone. Angelo had been the first person she'd talked to in a while. Being with her seemed to revive her soul somewhat, because she smiled and laughed a lot more in his presence. It made him feel like they were forming some kind of connection. He had to admit that he was starting to feel something for her.

At last, the snowstorm abated. A thick blanket of snow covered the ground for miles, but he knew he was ready to travel again.

He told Byleth he was leaving that day.

"Again, thank you so much for helping me. I don't think I'd be here without you, Byleth."

She nodded, but there was a sadness in her eyes. "Will…Will I ever see you again?" she asked him.

Angelo shrugged. "I don't know. Not sure if I'd ever travel through this area again. My recent experience with the blizzard has made me a bit wary of this place."

She was quiet for a moment, then seemed to decide on something. "In that case, I would like to give you something before you leave."

She led him into the kitchen. Angelo watched as she made a cup of tea in about 20 seconds. The lady had some serious talent.

"Drink this before you go," she said, offering him the cup. "It will give you strength for the journey ahead."

Angelo shook his head. "I really appreciate it, but I'm good, really. You've done enough for me, and I'm thankful for that."

"Please," she said insistently. "I would feel better knowing you were fully prepared for your departure. Trust me, a snowstorm like that is more debilitating than it seems. I would hate for you to hurt yourself because you were not yet fully recovered."

Angelo grinned. "Then I'd have to drag my rear end back here and spend another week with you."

She smiled. "And you are complaining about that?"

He sighed. "Alright, if you insist, I'll drink the tea."

He took the cup and drained it in about 5 seconds. It was sweet, and it warmed up his whole body.

"Wow, what's in this?" he said, offering the cup back to her.

She hesitated, as if waiting for something. Finally, she spoke. "It's a special blend of herbs. A…family recipe. It is the last thing I can give you before you go."

Angelo nodded. "Thanks for everything, Byleth. Hopefully, I'll see you later."

With that, he turned and walked towards the front door.

Right before he reached for the doorknob, something felt…wrong.

"Ugh," he groaned, steadying himself against the wall. He put a hand to his forehead. He was burning up.

"Angelo?" he heard Byleth's voice ask him. "Are…Are you alright?"

He couldn't respond. His vocal cords had shut down, and his legs felt like jelly. He collapsed to the floor, barely conscious.

"Angelo!" he heard Byleth scream.

And then everything went black again.

My sir is out here passing out more than Jason grace in the Percy Jackson books.

Okay, maybe not. Jason Grace is champion when it comes to passing out. I bet every time that sir sees a brick, he breaks out in a cold sweat and–

Dude, stop talking about me. You're in the wrong universe.

Sorry, got carried away.