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Amalia straightened, wiping the tiny beads of sweat that had accumulated from her forehead. Karash made another note on the chart, but when she moved to attend the next one, he spoke.

"You should rest. Too much of this and you won't have enough left later." His tone was stern, but she smiled all the same. He was always looking out for her, even if he never said so in as many words. Sometimes, she wondered how she'd gotten by without him. Actually, the answer was fairly apparent; she'd fainted a lot more back then.

"You're right I suppose," she replied sadly, the smile disappearing as she gazed down the line of beds. Several of those present were sleeping fitfully; a few had even needed to be tied down to prevent their thrashing from further damaging themselves. Frankly, she wasn't sure if this was a good thing or not. The longer they stayed in the sick bay, the longer it was before they had to fight their next match, after all.

Karash was staring her down, and she knew without asking that he understood exactly what she was thinking. Without another word, he turned and strode out the door, correctly assuming that she would follow after giving the supplies another check-over. Actually, that was odd: she could have sworn there were more bandages here yesterday... a glance at her inventory sheet confirmed it. Maybe the Lieutenant had taken some? She had never seen him or any of the other Knights down here; usually it was just herself, Karash, and the nurses, but... she made a notation on the sheet, so that it would appear as though she'd used the bandages today. Whomever it was, they need not get in trouble for such a small matter as forgetting to sign out their supplies.