As Kai stepped out of the infirmary, he began making his way down the quiet corridor, his footsteps echoing lightly against the marble floor.
Just as he passed a door to his right, it creaked open and a professor stepped out. Kai's eyes flicked toward the room out of instinct, and through the narrow opening, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.
Lying unconscious on the bed was a silver-haired boy.
Corrin.
Before he could process much, a middle-aged woman in a flowing white robe stepped out behind the professor.
She had a gentle face, clearly a cleric assigned to tend to the wounded.
She noticed Kai standing there, eyes still on Corrin, and smiled warmly.
"He's alright," she said in a soft voice. "Just overused his essence and mana reserves. He'll need rest."
Kai blinked and looked at her briefly, then gave a small nod.
"I see."
Without another word, he turned and continued down the corridor.
