Nero stood beside Master Theo at the entrance of the apothecary, the evening air cool against his skin. Bishop stood in the doorway beside his attendant,
"Don't think about things too much," Bishop addressed Nero, his tone warm but carrying an undercurrent of genuine advice. "The mind has a tendency to tie itself in knots when it consides a lot at once. It is best to sleep on it for now."
Nero nodded, appreciating the sentiment more than he expected to.
"If you want to learn more," Bishop continued, "you can come by anytime. But be careful to appease Lyon before you do. My brother can be... difficult to handle sometimes."
"I will think about it," Nero said. "Thank you, Mister Bishop. For everything."
Bishop returned the smile, and his attendant gave a small, polite bow. They exchanged their final goodbyes, and Nero and Master Theo turned to leave, stepping back onto the street as the door to the apothecary closed softly behind them.
