The tension in the village had risen palpably, despite the seemingly normal activities of the day. Everyone was on edge, a sense of impending doom hanging in the air.
At the infirmary, Agatha worked tirelessly, her healing magic stabilizing the elven woman. Nabil kept watch, his eyes constantly scanning for any sign of change in her condition. Leaf arrived shortly after, her presence a welcome addition.
"How is she?" Leaf asked quietly, joining Agatha by the woman's side.
Agatha looked up, her face lined with concentration and worry. "She's stable for now, but she's been through a lot. Whatever attacked her was relentless."
Leaf nodded, her concern deepening. "Have you been able to speak with her?"
Nabil shook his head. "Not yet. She's still unconscious. But with Agatha's magic, she should wake soon."
