The examination room was plain and functional, with grey walls that had darkened slightly with age and a single window that let in the pale morning light.
Nero stood in the center of the room, bare-chested, while Lyon circled him slowly with a measuring instrument in hand. The doctor's movements were methodical and precise, taking measurements of Nero's arms, chest, and legs with the same focused attention he might give to cataloging specimens.
"Hmm," Lyon muttered, scribbling numbers into a small leather-bound notebook.
Nero shifted his weight from one foot to the other, resisting the urge to fidget. The floor was cold against his bare feet, and the morning chill hadn't quite left the room yet despite the sunlight streaming through the window.
"Doctor," Nero said finally, breaking the silence. "I don't seem to be growing much bigger."
Lyon glanced up from his notebook, one eyebrow raised. "And?"
