Zaeryn stepped into the medbay, the door sliding shut behind him with a soft hiss. The space was surprisingly cozy for a medical facility, warm lighting, organized shelves of medical supplies, the faint hum of diagnostic equipment creating an almost soothing ambiance.
A woman with dark hair streaked with silver looked up from her console. Her eyes immediately zeroed in on the burn mark near his eye, and he watched her professional assessment kick in instantly.
"Hello?" Zaeryn greeted awkwardly, unsure of the protocol. He didn't know if she was the stern, no-nonsense type or the friendly, conversational type, so he erred on the side of polite caution.
