Samantha's P. O. V

MoonGrove Palace West Wing

EIDOLON LAB

“Hold still”, Lady Selene said, tying off the tourniquet on my arm. She drew some blood, sealed the vial, and slid it into the analyzer. “How's your head".

“Dull”, I grumbled, sitting on the edge of the bed. “But at least I don't feel like throwing up anymore".

“Good”. Lady Selene tapped the screen of the analyzer. “Heart rate 82. Blood pressure 118 over 74. Better than two days".

She pulled a small ceramic bowl from the drawer beneath the table. Inside were dried, crumbled leaves.

She lit a candle and held the bowl under the analyzer's exhaust port.

The...