Faith in Thesos (Mass Release)

Alexander and company sat around a small table in the garden, enjoying slices of bread, cheese, and meat, with a bowl of salad dressed in olive oil, complemented by fine wine from Pasha Muazz's storage.

"So, how are you liking Zanzan?" Alexander asked a generic question while he slathered some butter on his bread.

"Plague," Came Cambyses's monotone and tired answer, as the girl took a sip of her wine.

She had her hands full with running the clinic for the past two weeks, treating the sick, and overseeing the operations, which required her to work almost fifteen to sixteen hours a day.

"Well, the good thing is that's almost gone now. And it's all thanks to you," Alexander appreciatively smiled at her.

"Hope your policies work and we don't have to deal with another one ever again," Cambyses spookily sighed.

She never wanted to deal with what she had to deal with in the first weeks.

"It will, it will," Alexander reassured her.