Physician Rell had written the first line of the certificate before Lyra entered.
He set it aside when she asked what it said.
“Your name.”
“An encouraging start.”
The examination room overlooked a narrow herb court. Clean instruments lay beneath a cloth. A row of medicine bottles occupied the shelf beyond his reach, arranged by use rather than by how impressive they looked.
Rell asked about the private practice, then read the reports she had brought from the healer and Felix’s measured observations.
“And what did you feel?” he asked.
She told him.
