No sooner had the older woman left the room than the younger girl started talking.
She was cheerful. Too cheerful.
“Hi again!” she said with a bright smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “My name’s Mira. I’ll be helping take care of you while you’re recovering. Well… not that you’re dying or anything,” she added quickly, laughing nervously. “You just looked really bad when they brought you in. Honestly, we didn’t think you’d wake up for another day or two.”
I watched her from the bed, still too exhausted to say much, but she didn’t seem to mind. Her voice filled the space easily, trying to push away the heaviness like sunshine on a storm cloud.
“I’m training under the pack healer,” she went on, gesturing toward the doorway the older woman had just left through. “Once I pass my trial
