Helena and Sera treated Delphine's wounds. They changed her clothes carefully, mindful of every fragile movement, then eased her onto the bed.
Even without words, Delphine's condition spoke clearly. Her body looked drained beyond exhaustion, as though she had been running endlessly without sleep, her darkened eyes carrying the silent weight of everything she had endured.
"She will be alright… won't she?" Dora asked quietly, her voice carrying a fragile hope as she gently ruffled Delphine's hair.
Her skin remained wrinkled, stretched thin from whatever toll her body had paid, and her muscles had not fully returned to their former strength. It was clear that whatever had happened to her was not something a single night of rest could fix.
Sera nodded slowly.
"Don't worry. She will be fine," she said, "She needs proper rest, real nourishment, and time. If she eats enough and her body recovers naturally, she should regain her strength within a month."
