Lyra's POV
Wood shavings scattered across the counter like fallen leaves. I leaned forward, breathing in the complex layers of scent clinging to each fragment.
Moonbriar. The sharp bite cut through everything else, more concentrated than usual.
"Try this one." Silas handed me another piece. "I think I've got it, but I need confirmation."
The scent hit me slower this time. Earthy and almost sweet, with something bitter lurking beneath. "Hollowberry root."
"You're sure?" Celeste was already reaching for bottles, glass clinking as she searched through her supplies.
"My mother drilled herbs into my head from childhood." I placed the chip down carefully. "She said it would be useful someday. When her sickness took hold, I had to master it fast. I know my herbs and poisons inside out."
She would have felt conflicted about this moment. Proud that her lessons stuck, but heartbroken that I still needed them.
