In the tent, both Anthony and Miles are covered in bandages, though Anthony's wound requires more treatment than Miles's. Anthony is resting on the bed, his face pale and eyes closed, while Miles sits nearby tending to his own injuries. The atmosphere is tense yet hopeful as they await further recovery.
Moments later, the doctors and healer quietly exit the tent, carrying with them dirty rags and basins of used water. Left alone, Sarah joins Miles, and together they check Anthony’s temperature, determined to keep him comfortable and ensure he doesn’t develop a fever as he fights to recover.
“Miles, how are you feeling?” asked Sarah, her voice gentle but edged with concern as she glanced between his bandaged arm and weary expression.
“Sore, but not as bad as Anthony,” Miles replied, offe
