Chapter 186: Fragments of the Mind
Lysander led her down a quiet corridor of the medical facility, boots echoing softly against the polished stone floor. The scent of herbs and old parchment lingered faintly in the air, drifting from shelves filled with jars labeled in neat, sharp handwriting. It wasn't often that anyone saw this part of the building, this section was mostly reserved for private consultations or research that demanded silence. Lysander was the one who used it more but since he'd been spending more time with his wife and assisting her, he hasn't been here much.
He stopped in front of a smaller room and pushed the door open. The space inside was simple and uncluttered. A narrow bed sat against one wall, sheets crisp and white. Beside it, a desk held a few scattered notes, an inkwell, and a candle burned down halfway. Dust motes floated lazily in the beam of light cutting through the single window. The air here was still, like it hadn't been disturbed for a while.
