[ It had been early, when he'd left. Late. An in-between time, the only sort they seem to get these days, both of them traveling in different directions and meeting only at a pause as they pass. He'd come to the infirmary this time, instead of Isaac's room, claiming an errand at the end of his shift, trailing a lingering touch he can't stay to complete.
What's missing, afterward, is a dusty flask from the apothecary storeroom. What's left behind is a flower, pressed dry between paper and tucked into the gap in a drawer at Isaac's station.
left behinds;
What's missing, afterward, is a dusty flask from the apothecary storeroom. What's left behind is a flower, pressed dry between paper and tucked into the gap in a drawer at Isaac's station.
Magebane and ambrosia, respectively. ]