Suddenly, Spyro saw Cynder's face becoming polkadotted with a bit of water every now and then. He noticed that it was rain, and not tears. Spyro grabbed Cynder's paw, bringing her into a small hut he found.
"Stay here," he said, "I'll go find something to wrap you with."
"No," Cynder stopped him in his tracks. "You'll fall sick."
"It doesn't matter, as long as you don't fall sick yourself." He gave Cynder a smile, before taking off.
Lightning crashed. Thunder boomed.
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