Raelynn sat quietly on the edge of the bed, her body exhausted but her mind restless. The soft fabric of her pajamas felt comforting against her skin, a much-needed change from the torn and dirtied dress she had been wearing earlier. Hera stood by her side, gently helping her adjust the sleeves.
"There, all set," Hera said with a warm smile, her hands brushing Raelynn's shoulders as if to silently reassure her.
"Thank you, Hera," Raelynn whispered, her voice still shaky.
Hera glanced at the faint bruises along Raelynn's arms and sighed softly. "I'm glad you're safe. We did what we could. Now, just focus on resting, alright?"
Raelynn nodded as Sloane walked in with her medical bag then took a seat beside her on the bed. She'd gone over everything with them, leaving no part out.
