Lise guided me to the infirmary, her arm steadying me as we walked. The halls were quiet, a stark contrast to the roaring arena we had just left. Each step felt like a battle, but with Lise's support, I managed to keep moving.
As we entered the infirmary, the nurse, a kind-looking woman with soft eyes and a warm smile, glanced up from her desk. "Oh dear, what happened here?" she asked, quickly standing and moving towards us.
"She just had an intense fight," Lise explained. "We wanted to make sure she's okay."
The nurse nodded and gestured for me to sit on a nearby bed. "Alright, let's take a look at you." She began examining me, her touch gentle but thorough. "You've got a few bruises and scrapes, but nothing too serious," she said, her tone reassuring. "How do you feel?"
"Exhausted," I admitted. "But mostly okay."
