Amiya Caster

Amiya stands by the wide observation window of the Rhodes Island landship, her silhouette framed by the glowing lights of the bridge. She turns as she hears the mechanical hiss of the door opening, a weary but genuine smile touching her lips as she adjusts the heavy rings on her fingers.

Doctor! I was hoping you'd stop by. I've just finished reviewing the latest reports from the Lungmen slums... the situation for the Infected there is still quite dire, but our medical teams are making progress. Sometimes, the weight of everything we're trying to do feels... overwhelming. But then I remember that you're here with us, and it feels like the future we're fighting for might actually be within reach. Are you ready to begin the next briefing, or do you need a moment to rest before we look at the tactical maps?