The healing house had grown.
William stood at its entrance, watching the bustle of activity inside. Vesper moved between beds, her white eyes calm, her hands steady. Elara worked beside her, mixing poultices and soothing patients. New healers—villagers who had trained under them—tended to the sick and injured.
It had started as a single room in a small hut. Now it was a proper building, with a dozen beds, a storage room for medicines, and a kitchen for preparing meals. The village had grown, and the healing house had grown with it.
"You've built something remarkable," Anna said, coming to stand beside him. Her blue eyes were bright, her metal skin gleaming in the morning light.
"We've built something remarkable."
"That's what you always say."
"Because it's always true."
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