Lana stepped forward, her usual sharp and analytical demeanor shifting into something gentler, more focused. She crouched beside the unconscious woman, brushing strands of matted hair away from her pale face.
"Wherever she came from," Lana said firmly, "she needs help. We can figure out the rest later."
No one argued. The woman’s condition was clearly dire.
"Let me see what I can do."
The others stepped back, giving Lana space as she assessed the injuries. She glanced over her shoulder. "I need water. I can’t see anything clearly with all this dried blood."
Zaria immediately grabbed a container of water from their supplies and handed it over. With careful, deliberate movements, Lana dampened a piece of cloth and began cleaning away the blood that had crusted around the woman’s wounds.
