She had come to hate the Night Warriors.
Not necessarily because they were enemies on the opposite side of this war for existence. Rather, Eleeria hated them for their weapons, their brutality. She imagined that the healers of the Alliance felt the same way about her and her Order, but as she washed her hands off of blood and grime in an infirmary sink, she couldn’t help but feel resentment. Glancing at herself in the mirror — hair tightly pulled back for once, the sharp lines of her sleepless features starkly visible — she patted her cheeks gently to try perk herself up. “Fortify!”
It didn’t seem to do much — hard to pat away long hours spent healing the injured — but it brought a smile to otherwise severe features,...