GratitudeSoft dawn light peeked through from behind the floating white drapes hanging at each window, bringing with it much needed fresh air and the soft sighs of the sea. Nelda crept down the ward as silently as she could, lugging an enormous pile of sheets with her. The patients were all asleep, most of them resting peacefully; this was a ward for those who were almost healed, so there weren't any groans or gasps coming from the rows of beds. The stone floor was still cool against Nelda's bare feet as she flitted past the sleeping men to the door at the end of the room, which she let herself through silently. Out in the corridor, the first of the hospital staff were starting to bustle, hoping to complete arduous jobs in the cool of dawn, before the energy sapping midday heat. Nelda scurried along the hallway to a door, which she opened whilst calling, "I have the sheets!"Looking up from the tub she was filling, Everild smiled. "Thank you so much, Nelda," she gushed, running up to take the hu