The butler and head healer froze at the young healer's question. Their silence stretched just a heartbeat too long—long enough to confirm his suspicions.
The young healer's lips thinned.
"If I'm not mistaken," he continued, voice low, "these people haven't just suffered physical injuries. Their minds have been attacked—or at the very least, overwhelmed. Thankfully, their mental defenses seem stronger than most untrained resonators. If not…"
He trailed off, letting the unspoken horror hang in the air.
If not, they'd be in more severe conditions—or worse...
The butler exhaled sharply. "You're right. But we don't have time to discuss this now. The storm is closing in, and we need to get them to the shelter immediately."
The head healer nodded, already motioning for the guards to begin moving the patients.
"Wait."
The young healer's voice cut through the room like a blade. All eyes turned to him.
