The room Tabletina brought me to was an ordinary medical ward. Those were fitted with from two to six beds, which both saved space and gave the recovering girls someone to chat with.
In this case, I heard the lively chatter of the ward's patients even before I crossed the room's threshold.
This ward had four beds, and all of them were taken by bees with brand-new ice-hole wood prosthetics. Two had replacement arms, one was sitting with a pair of wooden legs, and the last one had an eye covered by bandages—I was sure they hid a wooden eye.
At first glance, none of these prosthetics looked too special. They had the shape of ordinary limbs—no extra claws or armour built in—and the statuses of all these girls didn't have anything unusual.
Upon seeing me and Tabletina enter, all of them gasped in shock and excitement. Although they were warned about our visit, they still devoured me with their eyes, but didn't dare to speak up first.
I smiled and waved at them.
