{Elira}
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The walk to the clinic wasn't long. The same nurse from yesterday looked up from her desk, surprise flickering across her face.
"Elira Shaw," she said, standing. "Back so soon? Did something happen?"
"Not exactly," I said quickly, rubbing the back of my neck.
The nurse's gaze dropped to my bare arms, and her brows lifted. "Who removed your bandages?"
I opened my mouth, but the words tangled on my tongue. "I—uh—"
"One of the professors," Cambria answered smoothly before I could stammer more.
The nurse's sigh was audible. "Of course. They never wait for my clearance."
Sthen, she gestured for me to take a seat and then examined my arms with efficient movements.
Her fingers pressed gently along my skin, tracing where bruises had once darkened. After a moment, she nodded.
"Well," she said, a little begrudgingly, "whoever took them off wasn't wrong. You have healed completely. No swelling, no internal strain. You are cleared to engage in duels."
