He certainly didn't seem fine. It was usually a very big hint that someone wasn't fine when they proceeded to comment that they were fine. Three times was when Eliza stepped in, and her eyes shot to the opening door of the elevator. They would be able to get him a pepper-up potion right around the bend---
Eliza blinked slowly as the lights in the corridor turned off. Why were the lights off? Why would the lights be off? Eliza was sure in her few months in the hospital, she'd never seen a dark corner in the building, let alone an entire corridor.
"Was it storming outside?" she asked, unsure of when he boarded the lift. Eliza pushed back on her heels, trying to spot some sort of illumination from under a door or something like that. Sometimes the wards and lights in her house would flicker when a rather nasty storm would pass by.
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