The full moon shines on the fading 200 storie hospital in the hisil, with moans of pain echoing just below hearing. That the physical hospital only had 7 floors is irrelevant. The hisil cares not for your logic.
A large tree spirit stands guard southeast of the hospital, batting away a small horde of rot and decay spirits with contempt.
Tiny watches the tree from a distance, though not too close to interfere. just close enough to watch, study, and hopefully understand.