The Cupboard was still dark, although the oncoming ghost of the morning light was finally starting to tint the streets with the soft blue of dawn. Everything remained silent beneath the cover of the night's finale. Not a single sound could be heard throughout the entire Cupboard, save the occasional rustling of paper or the scratching of a pen. All was still beneath the golden light of the singular desk-lamp.
Together, Bentley and Frances flipped through the lore. Two cups of lemon-ginger tea sat steaming on the table as the pair worked in harmonious silence. Even though Frances still looked quite tired, their attitude had flipped since Bentley arrived. Instead of frantically and desperately looking for answers on the surface of every page, they were now carefully reading and considering every piece of knowledge they encountered. This was far more efficient, and far more satisfying.
"I found something" They said, tapping their finger over a handwritten paragraph.