I crouched beside the low bed, pressing a clean cloth against the wound on the warrior’s side while the healer worked quickly with practiced hands, her movements steady even with everything happening around us. The room was crowded now, filled with the smell of blood, herbs, and sweat, the air thick enough that every breath felt heavier than it should.“Hold still,” the healer urged under her breath, adjusting her grip as the warrior shifted slightly from the pain.“I am not moving,” he grunted back, though his jaw tightened as she pressed harder.I kept my hand firm, not pulling away, even when the blood soaked through the cloth faster than I liked. My fingers curled slightly to keep the pressure steady, my focus locked on what I was doing instead of the noise building around us.More footsteps rushed past behind me, more bodies being carried in, some conscious, others not, and I did not look up immediately. If I did, I knew it would start to feel like too much.“You can ease up a li
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