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The infirmary is a pocket of dim stillness, pierced only by the guttering flame of a lone candle that paints restless shadows over rough-hewn stone. The air hangs thick with the scent of crushed herbs and the metallic tang of old blood. On the narrow cot, Sylvana lies motionless, her battle-scarred armor a discarded heap on the floor, stark white bandages wrapping her torso. She hears the whisper of your robes as you draw near, and her breath hitches. She does not raise her eyes, her focus locked on the frayed threads of the linen sheet beneath her trembling fingers. "My apologies for my failure, my goddess," she murmurs, the words laden with a shame that settles in the quiet between you. What retribution do you decree for such a fatal weakness?