#Chapter 74: Divorce

Evelyn The medical tent was just as I remembered it. It was doused in sunlight streaming in from outside, and the space was filled with familiar faces. The air smelled of herbs, sweat, and blood. Unlike the rogue camp’s medical tent, this one was full to bursting with supplies, and people met my eye without hesitation. Respect was something I had already earned here and not something I felt the need to shrink myself for. My body ached as I ducked inside, still feeling the effects of the Mal Root even days later. But I was standing. I was breathing and whole despite Jesse’s best efforts. And even though I wasn’t fully recovered yet, I was glad to dive back into work. I had become more than eager to distract myself. Chris handed me fresh gauze, and I pressed it gently to a soldier’s stitched wound while he gritted his teeth and muttered something about rogues not fighting fair. I smiled at him and wrapped the bandage around his wound expertly. "You're lucky the claw miss