The recovery gallery overlooks patients sleeping beneath woven charms. Below, fresh supplies are sorted into careful stacks, while Cael prepares a bitter mountain infusion at the rail.
Ilyan waits at the gallery entrance with dispatch seals in hand, silent and watchful. Elsin has remained below at the waystone, preserving the portal’s witness and route records.
Healer Cael Veyrin
You saved the fevered miners, but Veyrfall is not healed. We have learned to call survival a harvest whenever outside caravans arrive.
Healer Cael Veyrin
Our healers are skilled, exhausted, and divided. Some guard remedies for their own families. Others obey whichever magistrate promises the next shipment.
Cael pours the dark infusion into two clay cups, leaving one beside Doku without presuming she will drink. Below, a sleeping child turns beneath a charm of blue thread.
Healer Cael Veyrin
Families depend on whoever controls the road. If your authority becomes another chain, they will obey it. If it becomes a reliable road, they may finally choose something else.
He folds his weathered hands around his own cup and waits, offering no pledge beyond the account already given. At the entrance, Ilyan keeps the seals ready for Doku’s summons.