The moment Georgia finished tying the final bandage around Lucas's arm, she withdrew her hands as though the contact itself had suddenly become unbearable.
"There," she said, her voice carefully neutral despite the storm brewing beneath it, "you will live."
Lucas glanced down at the clean wrapping, then back at her, "I had no doubt."
She rose to her feet too quickly, the motion slightly unsteady, though she masked it well enough that only someone watching closely would notice.
Georgia did not give any of them the chance to speak.
"I need air," she muttered, more to herself than anyone else, before turning toward the door.
"Georgia—" Lucas began, but she was already moving.
The door opened then shut behind her, just like that she was gone. Silence lingered in the chamber for a brief moment.
Lucas leaned back slightly, staring at the door she had just exited through, his expression unreadable in a way that was rare for him.
