The man's breathing steadied, his chest rising and falling in a slow, rhythmic pattern as the healers continued their work.
The green and white energy from their contracts wrapped around his body, knitting together torn flesh and purging infection from his wounds. His cracked lips regained some color, and the sunken in hollows in his cheeks seemed less pronounced, although he still looked as though he hadn't eaten in days it was a massive improvement.
Yet, despite the physical healing, his mind remained closed off, his consciousness buried deep beneath layers of exhaustion and trauma.
As the healers finished their work, the man's eyelids fluttered, and a low groan escaped his lips. His eyes opened slowly, squinting against the harsh sunlight. For a moment, he seemed disoriented, his gaze darting around the group of strangers surrounding him. Then, his expression hardened, and he tried to sit up, his movements sluggish but determined to leave.
