Unaware of the commotion beyond the reinforced walls, the room remained quiet, sealed away from the pressure rolling through the healing wing outside.
The only sounds came from the low hum of stabilizing glyphs embedded in the walls and the wet, uneven gurgling hiss of Vaelira's breathing as air dragged through damaged lungs.
White light washed over everything, reflecting off polished metal and sterile tools, lending the space an artificial calm that felt strained rather than comforting.
Vaelira lay restrained by necessity rather than choice, her body wrapped in layers of bandages and glowing medical seals that pulsed faintly with each labored breath. Her chest rose unevenly, ribs bound tight to hold fractures in place, and her arms were splinted along her sides, fingers barely twitching when pain spiked.
