The elven girl had been transferred from the emergency room to a recovery ward. Either she’d escaped with light wounds, or her healing ability was quite strong. Victory hoped general nurses would be less neurotic than the intensive care ones.
None of the nurses, doctors, aides, or other evening visitors paid attention to Victory wandering down the third-floor hallway, admiring the bland hospital art decorating the pastel yellow walls. Watercolor landscapes seemed to be the rule of the day, though she did see a few random pieces consisting of strange geometric shapes. The majority of patients in this unit were human, but she caught the earthy scent of a werepanther halfway down the hall. Not her primary target, but now she was suspicious of any injury to a nonhuman.
After a gentle tap on
