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This was feeling like a hopeless cause. Max wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, finding that he was perspiring heavily. Was it from the thrill of this potential adventure? Possibly, though the overall thrill even he would admit, had tempered down a bit. Maybe he had become a bit too dehydrated during all their searching? That was a bit more likely.

But Nora nor Delilah could know! He had so desperately wanted to be included on this adventure, and nothing, not even his seeming under the weatherness could put him out. He would simply have to sturdy through!

As Max went to lean over and grab his water bottle, a rush of nausea hit him, and he immediately stood back up straight. Blinking quickly, this overwhelming feeling was only put aside from the sudden hold on his shoulder. Turning somewhat, he smiled faintly at Delilah, but vaguely as his eyes wandered toward the carts behind her.

Was that a purple person?

His eyes squinted to get a better look, but Delilah's words snapped him back. "Parakeet?" he echoed, lifting his chin up slightly to look for this said bird. "Where?" Max, too, brought his hand up to shield his eyes from the sun, but found that didn't help much with the growing hotness behind his neck. Maybe it was time for a rest?

Without thinking more of it, Max promptly dislodged himself from Delilah and dropped down to the ground in a cross-legged sitting position on the street. That was better.