Hana still hadn’t regained consciousness. Her breathing was steady but shallow, and her pale complexion worried everyone. Zaria and Linda worked carefully to improve the bandage on Hana's ear. They tore strips from her clothing, washed them in clean water, soaked them in the herbal antiseptic Zaria had prepared, and wrapped the wound as tightly as they could without causing further discomfort.
“This should hold,” Zaria muttered, tying the makeshift bandage. She glanced at Lana, who sat nearby, fidgeting with the leftover herbs. “But... why isn’t she waking up?”
Linda sighed heavily, her voice tinged with frustration. “Do you think the sedative was too strong?”
Lana wiped her hands on her pants, her face marked with exhaustion and doubt. “It’s possible,” she admitted reluctantly. “We did
