Date: TC1853.07.21 (Morning)
Location: Seven Peaks – Medical Pavilion / Entrance Gatehouse
Sleep hadn't come.
Zara lay in the medical pavilion's recovery bed, staring at the ceiling as dawn crept through the windows and painted the room in shades of pale gold. Mira had released her from active treatment around midnight—wounds sealed, poison neutralized, full mobility restored through alchemy that would've cost a fortune in any guild healer's office.
Physically, she was fine.
Everything else was a different matter.
Her hands wouldn't stop trembling. Small tremors that she could suppress when anyone was watching, but the moment she was alone, they returned. Muscle memory from the kill. The phantom sensation of a blade sliding through flesh, finding the heart with the precision of eight years' training.
Sixty-four.
