This morning, I took some time to visit Agatha's clinic and check on how Lana and Marin were doing.
Inside, a couple of the beds were occupied by Snow White Wolves down with a fever.
The dark bags under her eyes told me Agatha had spent the night awake, tending to them.
Sitting in a chair between Lana and Marin was Raella.
Unlike the other healers, as a ghost, she didn't need to sleep and offered to keep the two of them company through the nights.
Though she held a book in her hands, her eyes lifted from the pages every few moments to check on the two girls.
I approached Lana first.
She was still resting, so I was careful not to wake her up when removing the blanket that covered her leg.
Her condition had improved slightly. Yuri's curse had receded a few centimeters below the tape's marking.
There was still a long way to go before she'd been fully healed, and even more before any of us would let her out.
