Tanya’s POV
The barracks were never truly silent regardless of what time it was.
Even at night, the air was full of sound …soft breathing, an occasional restless turn or a muffled cough. But after enough weeks here, I’d successfully learned how to move around quietly without waking anyone else up.
I dropped from my bunk after the others were settled and mostly asleep, a small clay jar in hand. The salve inside was sharp with the scent of pine and something bitter I couldn’t name. Dante had given it to me earlier, muttering about how it would help my ribs heal faster.
I settled on the low bench just outside the barracks door, the moon spilling pale silver over the yard. The cold bit at my skin, but I didn’t care. I was too focused on unwrapping the strip of cloth from around my side.
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