Entering the infirmary, Arthur and Elara asked for Sarah.
"She's being discharged soon," the healer said, not looking up from her charts. "You can either wait here or go to room 1."
Arthur and Elara nodded, choosing the latter. The infirmary was pristine, with white walls, you could smell the faint scent of herbs.
Inside room 1, Sarah sat on the edge of the bed, fully dressed in her Academy uniform. Physically, she looked completely healed—the burns gone, skin restored to its natural color. But Arthur caught the stiffness in her shoulders, the slight downward pull of her mouth.
"Sarah, how are you feeling?" Elara asked, sitting beside her.
"Fine," Sarah replied, voice clipped. "The healers fixed everything."
Arthur leaned against the doorframe, studying her.
This wasn't the usual Sarah.
