"Hey… are you okay?"
Azel could hear a muffled version of Flare's voice somewhere above him.
"Does he look like he's okay? Even my lap pillow isn't working." That was Sybil and she was still as blunt and annoyed as ever.
"Should I get a potion? That Saintess candidate, Rita is too stingy." Esme's voice this time, laced with irritation.
"Ah, I think I have a healing potion here…" Charlotte added quietly.
Azel frowned without opening his eyes.
Why were all of them here?
What were they even doing together?
He tried to move, and pain shot through his head.
He forced his eyes open. The bright ceiling made him blink a few times before his vision cleared.
He sat up slowly, looking around.
The room wasn't the burnt forest anymore. Instead, it was white and clean like a hospital or an infirmary.
"Where am I?"
"You're in the infirmary," Flare said with a smile as she saw he was doing alright.
There were two others gathered beside her… Esme and Charlotte.
