"You can rest easy, she's stable now. Just make sure she doesn't do... whatever it is she was attempting that caused the problem," said the woman in the black-violet gown. The white coat draped over her shoulders bore the academy's medical insignia on the left breast pocket, marking her as one of the senior healers. Her auburn hair was pulled back in a practical bun, though a few strands had escaped to frame her tired face. She looked to be in her thirties, with the kind of weary expression that came from dealing with reckless students day after day.
"I will, thank you," the young man replied, his voice barely above a whisper as he kept his eyes fixed on the unconscious girl's pale face.
