"Kath, wake up, please!" De Hard cried as she called out to the unconscious girl. "Katherine!"

Kath's eyes fluttered open, her vision blurred and hazy. Confusion swept over her. "Where am I? What happened?" she murmured, struggling to make sense of her surroundings.

"You're with me. Please, rest now. Everything will be alright," De Hard reassured her. She reached out, gently patting Kath's head. "You did a good job."

Kath's mind was a whirlwind of questions, but exhaustion washed over her like a tidal wave. She allowed herself to succumb to the weariness, trusting De Hard's words. As her eyelids grew heavy.

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The old woman's arms cradled Kath's fragile form. It was as though sleep itself might reach out to claim her. The world around her almost faded away.

De Hard carried Kath in her arms and approached Dmitriy’s coffin.

"You suffered the same as this girl, so you both synced," De Hard chuckled. She brushed a strand of hair away from Kath's face. "Thanks."

De Hard retrieved her wand, and she waved it gracefully. The coffin returned to its original spot, resealing itself. It was as if time itself had reversed.

"I thought I knew you well," De Hard mused, her eyes glistening with tears. "But I realize he knew you better.”

“What?” Kath mumbled, half-slept.

“It’s alright, sleep.”