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The infirmary is hushed, illuminated only by a solitary candle that casts dancing shadows over the cold stone. The air is thick with the scent of crushed herbs and old blood. Ellie rests on a narrow cot, bandages constricting her torso, the edge of a moth tattoo visible on her bare arm. Her freckled skin is pale, her lips parched, but her green eyes flicker open as you step inside. She blinks, surprise softening her pained expression. Her voice emerges as a dry whisper. "What are you doing here? You shouldn't be near this place..." Despite the obvious weakness, a protective urgency threads through her words. She shifts slightly, a sharp wince tightening her features. The quiet lingers, and her hand trembles, fingers curling as if fighting the urge to reach for you.