Location: Dark Forest - Outer Ring | Doha (Lower Realm)
Time: Day 369, Late Morning
Dawn came and went while Jayde slept off the healing pill and exhaustion. By the time she woke—really woke, not the fevered half-consciousness of recovery—the sun was already climbing toward noon, and her body felt... better. Not good. Not whole. But better.
She sat up carefully, testing the shoulder where the fox had bitten two days ago. The wound pulled, tight and angry, but held. The healing pill had done its job on the surface. Everything underneath—muscle, tendon, the deep tissue damage—that would take time.
(Time I don't want to waste lying around.)
Incorrect assessment. Recovery is a tactical necessity. Rushing leads to mission failure.
"Yeah, yeah." She stood, moving through a careful stretch routine. Everything protested, but nothing screamed. Good enough.
