They passed by an emergency infirmary where healers and medics worked tirelessly to tend to the wounded and sick. The tent was large, with rows of cots occupied by people in various states of distress. Some groaned in pain, while others lay motionless, their eyes closed as they fought off fever or exhaustion.
Iris glanced at the infirmary, her expression filled with concern. "There are so many people in need of treatment," she murmured. "It's heartbreaking to see them like this."
"You can help them later on, Iris. Right now, you need to get your family settled in, and then we can focus on everything else," Ethan said calming her nerves. He understood her mentality a little.
Sir Gerald led them to a quieter section of the camp, with fewer tents and a bit more space. The area was near the edge of the camp, where the forest began to encroach on the makeshift settlement. It was still within the camp's perimeter, but the trees offered a sense of seclusion and calm.
