Inside, the ambient heat hit Hana's face in a comforting wave. The air smelled faintly of sweet cedar, warm blankets, and the soft, clean scent of the nursery air-purifiers.
Hana leaned against the wall for a brief second, closing her eyes as she released a long, raspy breath. Her arms felt heavy, her thighs sore and humming with lingering fatigue, and her mind was finally beginning to wind down after the chaotic rush of plasma fire and dragon transformation.
Mina gave her a warm, reassuring smile as Hana entered, quietly handing over a freshly warmed swaddle before taking her leave to help with the intake rations down in the secondary shelters.
Hana sat down on the edge of the oversized bed. She unbuttoned the front of her tactical top, pulling her hair over one shoulder as she gently lifted little Zariyah from her cot.
