The Alchemy Commission’s healing pavilion was quiet, save for the faint rustling of incense smoke and the occasional chime of hanging wind bells. Pale golden light filtered through silk curtains, casting a warm glow across the room where the air was thick with the soothing scent of jasmine and sandalwood.

Lingsha stood beside the treatment mat, sleeves delicately folded back, her fingers glistening slightly with fragrant herbal oil. Her long, silken hair was pinned loosely today, a few strands falling into her eyes as she looked down at her patient, who lay resting on the mat beneath her gentle touch.

“My, my,” Lingsha said with a soft laugh, her voice like warm tea. “You’re much tenser than I expected. Have you been fighting again without proper rest? That won’t do.”

She let her fingers glide along her patient’s back, kneading carefully at knotted muscle with practiced skill. The heat from the oils, combined with the steady rhythm of her hands, melted away tension in slow, luxurious waves.