Earlier, before Ezra and Vera stepped into the café, the infirmary was far quieter than the noisy halls outside. The faint smell of antiseptic hung in the air, mixing with the low murmurs of injured candidates resting on their beds, while soft green lights from healing alchemy flickered here and there like dim lanterns in the night.
"I really thought you wouldn't be coming back here… Zara… or should I say Ezra? Which one do you prefer?"
The nurse in charge of the infirmary spoke as she stood in front of him, her hands resting on her hips as she looked him over with a knowing expression. She was the same woman who had treated him during the second and third trials, and her normal cold gaze now carried that firm, almost mother-like weight.
"I also thought I did a good job not coming back here."
Ezra frowned slightly, lifting his right hand and staring at it.
The swelling was obvious on his wrist.
I still haven't gotten used to using Tai Chi properly… the strain is off.
