Charlotte wasted no time as soon as she entered the medical wing. The environment was already prepared for critical cases, but what she needed to do wasn't a routine procedure, so she began to reorganize everything with quick, precise movements.
The briefcase was placed on the main table, the metal latches opening with a dry snap, revealing an organized set of instruments, vials, reagents, and analytical devices.
Nothing there was improvised, but it wasn't something she used every day either.
Her gaze was completely focused, devoid of any distraction, as if everything else had been erased at that moment.
Serafall stood a few steps behind, observing silently. Her expression was restrained, but not calm. There was tension there, pressing beneath the surface, ready to explode at any moment if something went wrong.
She crossed her arms, but it wasn't a relaxed posture, it was restraint. Charlotte knew this, but didn't comment. It wasn't the time.
