"I figured you would show up sometime soon," Fiora called across the room as soon as the door opened. She almost glared down at the purple concoction in her cauldron. Her brow was furrowed, and every movement was precise almost methodical.
Lucas knew he shouldn't interrupt her. She was likely brewing something dangerous. He shut the door behind him and walked to the other side of the lab. The once-empty shelves were filled to the brim with different glass bottles, all of them full. When he saw the year, they had been gone quantified in this way; it made him realize how much time had passed.
Fiora let out a breath and nodded to herself. She sat in one of the open seats at a small table in the corner. "Fill up the bottles." She rang a bell, and a maid brought tea into the room.
Lucas sighed as he reached for the large wooden ladle and filled the rows of potion bottles carefully. The work loosened his muscles, releasing an enormous weight that, somehow, he had not noticed until now.
