This is not the infirmary in
Taos; this used to be the infirmary on Taos, before the population explosion.
Rose is sitting in here, but she's not sure why. She hasn't felt this good all year. Tired, yes, and ravenously hungry, but otherwise great. It's the bone-deep exhaustion of a healthy body thoroughly exercised, not the sick rot that's been the status quo since Christmas.
She is not alone in here.