Chrysalis

“Congratulations,” Enid smiled down on the still recovering young woman.

“Thank you mayor,” Lilin replied, radiantly happy despite what she’d just been through.

“We’re very happy,” her husband Phillip said as he stared lovingly down at his wife.

“And how has the care you’ve received been?’

“Oh, just perfect,” Lilin said.

“We couldn’t be happier, mayor. Thank you,” Phillip said.

“That’s good. After the effort we put into building this place, I’m glad it’s all come together.”

[We told you it would be fine,] the on-rotation ant-medic said. [I still don’t understand why you doubted us in the first place. When is the Colony anything but first-rate?]

[I should have believed in you,] Enid admitted, [but even I wasn’t sure how well you would be able to run a maternity ward. You don’t know anything about human reproduction.]

[Bah,] the ant groused, [our queens give birth hundreds of times every day. You think we can’t heal someone who has given birth only once? Don’t be ridiculous. Now get out of the way, I need to check the patient.]

Healers, medics and doctors always managed to be rude and ill-tempered. Even the non-human ones! In some ways, Enid took comfort knowing that this fact of life was even more universal than she’d thought.

certainly did. The recovering mother was lightly tapped and brushed by those curious feelers as Lilin’s eyes took on that slightly

as they imparted a quick burst

began to make her way out

cleaned up and checked.

moment, Enid was forced to confront just how bizarre it was that she could see a genuine Dungeon monster skittering around with a newborn in its grip and feel absolutely no

only assume it was a younger, less evolved healer. She hadn’t had time to absorb the proper

Phillip leaned in to embrace them both, Enid brushed a tear from her eye. Such a touching scene, one that she would never tire of. How long had it been since she saw her own children? Too long. Goodness knows where they

leave you to it. Congratulations

at them once

that they had fled the ruins of their homes, and already they

everyone’s way. She stepped

it rare, at least, rare before the catastrophe. Every street in Renewal was formed this way, crafted by the carvers with exacting precision. Not only that, the layout of the town itself was a masterful stroke of planning

influence of the Colony was felt. Traffic flowed so smoothly, it was rare to see

to approach and ask whatever questions were on their minds. She welcomed it. Where

were thriving. Renewal had

in time, her own office situated in the same building. She walked behind her desk and sat with a weary sigh, her old

minutes. They were so stiff these days, and healing magic didn’t help at all. It wasn’t possible to heal ageing,

she carefully pondered each word, which dragged out the time. As it turned out, she finished

in an envelope and seal it, but decided against it. A waste of paper. Too inefficient,