The inside of the building, as Sienna-Rose expected, was a complete disaster. Papers were scattered, shelves toppled, bottles shattered, and the faint smell of burnt parchment hung in the air. She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. Of course. She had a hunch this would happen; the dragon must have gotten confused after hatching and started thrashing about.
"Wow," Thessaly muttered, staring at the chaos. "Didn't know you changed personalities here. You used to lose your mind over a crooked chair."
"I didn't," Sienna-Rose replied flatly, her tone edged with irritation. With a flick of her fingers, golden light spiraled outward, sweeping through the room like a soft gust of wind. Every scattered item lifted, repaired itself, and returned to its rightful place. The shelves straightened, the glass mended, and within moments, the research hall looked immaculate again, spotless, as if the chaos had never happened.
