When Neil opened his eyes again.
He found himself lying in a quiet, tidy room. By the bedside, there sat a young and beautiful woman.
"Ah, you're awake?"
The woman turned her head and met Neil's eyes, a hint of joy flashing in her gaze.
"Who are you? Where am I?"
Neil sat up vigilantly.
The woman smiled radiantly, wetting a towel from a basin, wringing it out before approaching, and said:
"I'm Rafaela, the Port Master specially arranged for me to come take care of you... After you fainted on the battlefield, you were brought here for treatment, but the doctors were all at a loss, and even... even the doctors got infected and died."
Rafaela tentatively brushed the towel against Neil's forehead. He frowned but didn't refuse.
She showed a lingering expression of relief and chuckled thankfully: