Clement sat hunched over his desk in the tulpar infirmary. Clement, a man etched with the practicality of a life lived in service, looked weary. His lean frame seemed to bear the weight of responsibility, a familiar burden he carried with stoic grace. His dark, shaggy hair, though neatly trimmed, was messy from lack of sleep while his kind, dark eyes, usually a source of comfort and reassurance, were now clouded with concern. He scanned line after line of the crews' medical reports, his brow furrowed in concentration.