Revived

Clara's eyes fluttered open, her gaze met with the warm smiles of the healers and Arachne's relieved expression. "You're awake! How are you feeling?" Arachne asked, her voice filled with concern. Clara's voice was barely above a whisper, "Weak...but okay, I think."

The elderly healer nodded, "You're doing much better, child. Your body and mind are responding well to the treatments." Clara's gaze drifted around the serene room, taking in the soft glow of luminescent plants and the soothing scent of herbs.

As she tried to sit up, a wave of dizziness washed over her, forcing her back onto the bed. The healers quickly adjusted her position, propping her up with pillows and offering reassuring words. Clara nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards these kind strangers who had taken her in.