Sera blinked, her mind fuzzy as the words swirled around her like a distant fog. She glanced at Finn, his concerned expression pulling her back into the present. The mention of being stabbed made her stomach twist, but she couldn't quite grasp the memory.

"I... I think so," she replied slowly, her voice sounding distant even to her own ears. "It feels... like a dream, blurry. I remember pain. A lot of it." She winced, trying to push past the confusion. "But... falling? No, I don't remember that. Was I... did I hurt myself more?"

She squeezed his hand lightly, as if grounding herself in his touch, hoping for some clarity that her mind just couldn't provide. "Is... is everything really okay?" she asked, not sure if she even believed it herself.

The next morning, the sun had just started to peek through the flaps of the infirmary tent. The soft light filtered through the cloth, casting a gentle glow on the room. The sounds of the camp slowly began to stir as people woke, but for Sera, the early hours were still peaceful, tucked under a thin blanket, her breathing steady.

As she started to wake, a dull ache in her body reminded her of the exhaustion from the day before. She shifted slightly, stretching with a small groan, feeling the stiffness in her limbs. The faint smell of herbs and medicine lingered in the air, a constant reminder of the infirmary's sterile atmosphere.

Sera blinked slowly, her eyes adjusting to the light. The warmth of the morning sun was comforting against her skin, but it wasn’t quite enough to lift the weight of yesterday’s exhaustion. She sat up gingerly, finding the tent quiet except for the soft rustling of the nurses nearby.

The memory of Finn’s presence the previous night crept into her mind. She thought of his words, his gentle touch, and the way he'd looked at her before leaving. A faint smile tugged at her lips, despite herself. Finn... She couldn’t shake the warmth his kindness had left behind.

The nurse who had been assigned to her came over with a small bowl of soup, a gentle smile on her face. “How are you feeling this morning, Miss Sera?” she asked kindly, setting the food beside her.

Sera gave a small nod, still slightly dazed from waking. “Better,” she murmured, her voice hoarse. “Thank you.”

The nurse patted her shoulder before going about her work. As Sera slowly started to eat, her thoughts wandered again, back to the soft, lingering glance Finn had given her the night before. Maybe it was just kindness, she thought, or maybe... No, don’t overthink it.

The camp was beginning to wake up, and soon the bustle of soldiers and workers would fill the air. But for now, Sera allowed herself a quiet moment to reflect on the feelings that had emerged in her heart, and the one who had sparked them.

Sera's fingers tightened around Finn's hand, a fleeting flash of warmth beneath her cool exterior. She appreciated his concern, even if she didn't know how to fully reciprocate it. "I'll be alright," she assured him gruffly, trying to infuse some conviction into her words. It was a lie, but one she had mastered over the years - telling herself as much as others.The guilt still gnawed at her insides like a rat eating through rotting wood. Every life lost in battle weighed heavily on her conscience, each face superimposed over the countless nameless victims of war. But that didn't change the fact that this was what she'd been created for - a weapon designed to bring destruction and chaos upon command.