Elsbeth.
The sun was setting outside the large windows of the infirmary, casting a soft golden glow over the room. Inside, the air was filled with the quiet sounds of healing—soft whispers, the rustle of blankets, and the steady rhythm of breathing. It was an unusual peace, but one I cherished in these moments. The walls, thick with the weight of history, had become a sanctuary for so many in the past few days. And here, in this place, I could feel the healing power of my people—their resilience, their determination, their love.
I sat quietly in a corner, my hands resting gently on my swollen belly, feeling the soft movement of our child within. The glow of the setting sun illuminated the room, and in that light, I watched as a few of the youngest children wandered in, their faces full of wonder and innocence. It was hard to reconcile this moment with the chaos and destruction that had marked so much of the past. But here, now, in the quiet of this moment, everything felt right.
