Masha's eyes were heavy with exhaustion as she sat on the small rickety stool in the cramped room. The air was thick with the heavy scent of herbs that suffused every corner of the room as the old man's hands deftly applied a mixed portion on Czar's wounds. His daughter stood behind him, holding a tray of various herbs and awaiting the next request from her father.
Masha was so tired and badly wanted to sleep, but she didn't trust the people enough to close a lid in that situation. Although, they seemed to be helping Czar, she still couldn't trust them.
She looked around the room, wondering if they'd be passing the night there. The room itself was dimly-lit, with just the shimmering glow of a candle casting eerie shadows on the wall. It was quite small and cramped, Masha imagined it be
