They stepped into the physician's quarters, and Rexan froze mid-step, her eyes widening at the sight before her. Ken was carefully stitching up an actual elf, his hands steady and precise.
"I thought elves were the enemy?" she said, her voice tinged with disbelief.
The Mistress didn't even glance her way as she replied, "We tame our beasts, Miss Meadows. We don't kill all of them." Her tone was clipped, but there was an undertone of pride. "We aren't so heartless."
Rexan shrugged, muttering under her breath, "I guess not."
Before she could process further, a strikingly beautiful woman with long silver hair and shimmering silver wings floated into the room. Her radiant smile lit up the dim quarters as she greeted the Mistress. "Hello, Mistress," the fairy said, her voice like a melody.
"Fairy," the Mistress acknowledged curtly, but Rexan caught the faintest blush creeping onto her cheeks. Suppressing a smirk, Rexan leaned against the wall, observing the dynamic with interest.
