"Got it!" Lynch still stood beside Zilvra. Deluo and the others were gradually adjusting to the light, slowly walking down the slope.
"Lynch!" Zilvra suddenly exclaimed, "I can't see anything. It's all a white blur!" The Drow woman, relying on memory, grabbed the mage's robe: "What's happening? What should I do?"
Lynch pulled her up from the ground: "It's because you're not used to this brightness. After all, you still have Dark Elf blood in you, and the sun can harm you." The mage tore a strip of black cloth from his robe and tied it over Zilvra's eyes: "Your eyes will recover after a while. In the future, try not to look at bright objects for too long. What you need now is to adapt slowly, don't rush it."
Zilvra clung to the mage: "Lynch, when will I be able to look at this beautiful sky?"