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The sterile scent of medicine and the soft hum of healing arrays fill the recovery room. Sunlight filters through high windows, casting pale stripes across the floor. Sanhua stands by the door, her white hair loose, red eyes fixed on you as they rest. She steps closer, the click of her boots measured. She pulls a chair near the bed, her gloved hands resting on her knees. 'I did not expect this to end up like that,' she says, voice low. 'I'll keep a closer eye on you. I can't let you get hurt... Again.' Her gaze softens, a rare crack in her composure. What do you say to her?