The moment they’d pulled into Armstrong, their unconscious passengers had become the medical team's problem. Dr. Perdue and her staff had taken one look at the Seekers’ vitals and whisked them straight into the ICU ward. They set them up with IV fluids, electrolytes, glucose – basically everything modern medicine knew about treating severe exhaustion, even if the root cause was more paranormal than physiological. Their bodies would have to recover the old-fashioned way while whatever metaphysical batteries they had slowly recharged.Getting word to the Guild had been next on the checklist. Their new aethergraph operator had raised an eyebrow at Henry’s message about possessed adventurers and haunted Baranthurian tech, but she’d gotten it through. The response had been about what he’d expected when reporting that kind of situation – Guildmaster Taldren himself showing up within the hour and clerk Mira at his side, ready to verify their advancement quest’s completion.Watching Taldren and Mira take in the medical wing was its own kind of entertainment. They’d handled themselves well enough through the security checkpoints and ID verification, but the ICU was something else entirely. The steady beeping of cardiac monitors, the soft hiss of oxygen, the screens displaying vital signs in real-time – it was probably the closest thing to walking into a Baranthurian facility they’d experienced outside of ruins. Mira kept sneaking glances at the equipment while trying to maintain her professional demeanor. Even Taldren couldn’t quite hide his fascination with the pulse oximeter clipped to one Seeker’s finger.“They're doing just fine – stable vitals, responding well to uh…” Dr. Perdue glanced at the IV bag, (...)