She swallowed hard.
“Yes,” was all she could manage by way of reply.
He waited for a moment, expecting something else, and then shrugged.
“Well, if that’s all, I’ll make sure Nurse Firth directs you to his room.”
“Thank you,” Eirian murmured.
The doctor offered his hand, and awkwardly, Eirian shook it, trying their hardest to disguise the tremble that ran through their limbs.
* * * *
The cage stood at the centre of the room, a brilliantly lit Perspex box surrounded by shadow on all sides. Inside, the thing that still vaguely possessed Luna Labyrinth’s shape drifted back and forth, toes grazing the floor, bouncing off the walls, turning in the opposite direction and travelling as far as it could, before hitting another wall and turning again.
“How long has it been like this?” Labyrinth asked, looking down from the observation room above the vast basement in which the cage had been constructed.
Seymour looked down at his clipboard.
“Since arrival,” he said.