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Eduard didn't think about it twice. He took the 'blade' Sahale offered him, and braced for whatever was next. A cushion of wind lifted him off the ground and soon they were on their way back to Kalla. As they moved away from the cave and into the open desert, Eduard swore he heard someone speak. It was more of a faint whisper; a woman's voice. The way she spoke, it sent shivers up Eduard's spine. Despite being someone who believed he had seen it all, this was enough to make him feel uncomfortable. The mysterious voice threatened to destroy him should he be an 'enemy', however Sahale soothed her fears. Soon after that, they picked up speed making their quickly across the desert. 

During the trip, Eduard pondered on the situation. He went over every memory he had on treating trauma injuries. Considering the amount of people in the town and its relative remoteness, he expected that supplies would be scarce and personnel low. Eduard realized halfway through that he would probably have to ensure long-term care for dozens if not hundreds of people. Thinking about that, he realized that he would probably have to procure more medicines from the Red Saints when he had the chance. He gripped the bag around his shoulder, sighing as he realized that he probably didn't have enough to take care of so many patients. He reassured himself, it would have to do. But, some patients would probably have to be prioritized over others. It was something he hated, but it had to be done. Hopefully, he thought, the two healers there had done enough to stabilize the patients. Otherwise, more people were going to die. As they approached the town, Eduard steadied himself, taking a deep breath. These things were never easy, but they had to be done. 

It was time.