As the team began to disperse, Scarlett caught Sera's arm gently. "Let me treat that hand first. I have some medical-grade salves in my quarters that will help with the pain and speed healing."
Sera nodded gratefully, allowing Scarlett to guide her from the room. As they walked, Scarlett kept her voice low. "Something's taken root in him. I've seen similar cases in historical texts—warriors who tapped into powers they couldn't control."
"You think this is some kind of possession?" Sera asked, wincing as Scarlett applied a cool gel to her burns.
"I think it's a battle for his soul," Scarlett replied, her expression serious. "And we're running out of time to help him win it."
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The medical bay was quiet except for the soft hum of equipment. Scarlett worked efficiently, cleaning Sera's burns with gentle hands that contrasted sharply with her warrior's appearance.
