[It's twilight, and the stream of injured pouring into the arena has trickled down to a crawl. Nakama's been tag-teamed out by one of her fellow Energy Lenders who caught her yawning and swaying on her feet, so she's curled up in a quiet corner, lying on the bare floor without a blanket (just because she's not working doesn't mean she can take necessary supplies from the wounded) and sleeping fitfully.]
Day 169 | arena | open