It didn't take me long to arrive at the infirmary.
The halls were quiet, the soft morning light spilling through the glass windows and glinting off the polished floor.
The faint scent of herbs and antiseptic lingered in the air — familiar, sterile, and oddly calming.
When I reached Snow's room, I turned the handle carefully and stepped inside without making a sound.
She was still fast asleep.
Her long silver hair spilled across the white sheets like moonlight, her breathing calm and steady.
The faint rise and fall of her chest was the only movement in the room, and for a moment, I just stood there watching her.
She'd fallen asleep early last night, and considering what she went through, it wasn't surprising her body needed the rest.
It wasn't just exhaustion either — her spirit, her energy, everything about her seemed drained after that fight.
My gaze drifted around the room.
