Seraphina
Cedric had arrived early and chosen the wrong chair.
Seraphina found him outside the examination room, sitting beneath a notice meant for people waiting to collect bandages.
"Comfortable?" she asked.
"Until now."
"Your room is ready."
"Then I have wasted several good minutes."
He stood slowly enough that she could see the care beneath the remark. His left hand touched the chair once for balance. He did not pull himself up by it.
She took that as progress and kept it to herself.
Praise had a way of making him repeat a movement to prove the first success hadn't been luck. Today she needed the hand in the state it had arrived, before he spent its strength showing her he possessed some.
"Bag on the table," she said.
His eyes moved toward the hook by the door.
"The table is closer."
"I noticed."
