Audrey’s POV
Aiden led me away from the training grounds, his pace steady, while I tried to ignore the sharp pain in my arm. The cut from Mira’s sword was still bleeding, warm and sticky against my skin. But I didn’t complain. I had survived the fight, and that was all that mattered.
We reached the healer’s hut, the same place Luke had shown me before. Aiden pushed the door open and motioned for me to step inside.
"Sit," he said.
I did as he said, lowering myself onto a wooden bench. The room smelled of herbs and something bitter. Jars lined the walls, filled with dried leaves, powders, and liquids I didn’t recognize.
Dr. Lior appeared from the back, his sharp eyes landing on me. He sighed, shaking his head. "You lasted longer than I expected."
I narrowed my eyes. "Thanks, I guess."
