Evelyn
The medical wing was quiet at this hour, the kind of silence that made every scratch of my pen and every creak of the chair sound thunderous. I rubbed at my eyes, trying to blink away the blur of exhaustion, but the stack of inventory logs loomed in front of me, demanding attention. Sleep would have to wait.
I sighed, pulling another log off the top. It was how I had been spending my evening, ensuring that everything was in order. The recovery of our medical wing after the battles clearing out our stocks was taking far longer than I had anticipated. It was almost as exhausting as the war itself had been.
As I spread out the inventory log before me, I froze, feeling that pull without having to look up. It was an awareness, like I was attuned to his presence even if I didn’t wan
