Xavier left Lyra resting in the shattered isolation bay. The feral energy had settled, her breathing steady as her new biology stabilized.
He pushed through the doors of the primary infirmary.
The blaring alarms from earlier were dead. The auto-docs had retracted into the ceiling. Kylus was sitting on the edge of his cot, rolling his shoulders. The mercenary pressed a hand against his ribs, finding solid bone where there had been fractures just an hour ago.
Rin was already on his feet, tossing a scalpel into the air and catching it to test his reflexes. Reva sat quietly in the corner, staring at her perfectly reformed wrist and the dark bruising was entirely gone.
"Your blood is a literal cheat code," Kylus muttered, looking up as Xavier entered. He wiped a smear of dried blood off his chin. "Drake shot that synthesized compound into my neck, and it felt like swallowing a fusion reactor. I should be in a body bag."
