Thirty minutes later.
Seria tapped the screen of the tablet in her hand, reviewing the results of several diagnoses.
She stared at it for a long moment, her brow slightly furrowed, before she finally lowered the device. When she looked back up at Ethea, her gaze was solemn and complex.
Ethea felt her heart sink, a familiar coldness creeping into her chest.
She knew that look.
It was the exact same expression every healer wore before they delivered the final, crushing verdict.
A self-deprecating thought brushed through her mind, 'Guess I was too hopeful after all'.
She braced herself for the standard words of polite regret, ready to lock her disappointment away.
However, Seria's actual words made her freeze.
"Unfortunately, I seem to be unable to help you," Seria spoke softly, pausing as she looked down at a specific section on her tablet. "However... there is something strange."
