MOVED - Vendelain's LegINT: HOSPITAL TENT - NIGHT.
The tent is small, but private, well-stocked with medical supplies for the recovery of important individuals. There is a half-eaten plate of food and a canteen of water on the ground. The moon and a nearby fire both shine through the translucent canvas.
VENDELAIN, a high-ranking soldier in his late twenties, lies in a makeshift bed, seemingly asleep. He is wrapped in bandages underneath his clothing.
SORIAN, a man a few years younger than VENDELAIN but still prince and commander-in-chief, quietly opens the flap door. He has a large object with him, wrapped in a grey blanket.
SORIAN picks up the only non-bitten cracker and begins to nibble at it.
VENDELAIN: Don't think you can sneak up on me. I didn't say you could have any of that.
SORIAN puts it down and swallows.
VENDELAIN attempts to sit upright, but stops due to pain. He shakes his head to express his difficulty.