Chapter 515: Steps and Questions
Sophia looked crestfallen. The hope she had carried in her chest wavered and dimmed.
"I may not have an idea, but that doesn't mean I'll give up easily," Lysander told her. "I'll make sure to experiment with everything we have. It may be some special herbs, but I'll experiment until I get an answer."
Lysander continued. "And I'll make sure I consult Madam Tyler too. For all we know, this may not be a medical tonic at all. It could be tied to black magic… or something else."
Sophia's lips quirked faintly. She nodded. "I trust you will."
Lysander gave a curt nod.
But in his mind, he was already forming lists, mixing possibilities, imagining tests, imagining outcomes. Every herb, every bitter root, every green-tinted leaf he could name flashed through his thoughts. His brow furrowed, his lips pressed into a line, and his eyes never left Sophia.
Orion placed a hand on Sophia's shoulders. "Shorty, rest easy, we both know he'll try his best."
