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And then—

Dila snapped, her voice breaking through the dim air.

"Found what!?"

She ducked, her arms wrapping around her head as she pressed herself into the straw mattress. Every nerve in her body screamed to stay hidden. Her heart thudded like war drums in her ears.

But instead of an answer, a low laugh followed. At first, dry. Then it grew—rough and full-bodied, echoing through the chamber like a bad joke at the worst time.

"Hahahaha! Oh, relax!" the man chuckled, still hidden behind the veil of the curtain. "You should've seen your face!"

Dila didn't budge.

She kept her face turned away, her bandaged arms covering her tightly. Her body shook, not from pain this time—but from fear and a rising anger she couldn't suppress.

"I don't trust you!" she shouted, her voice awkward and too loud—even for herself. "Even if you say you're my healer... I won't listen! Get out!"

A pause.

Then, the curtain swayed again, and the man's voice followed—calmer this time, but still laced with amusement.