By the time he'd hobbled all the way to the Greenhouse, Lucas' eyes were starting to water. Had they always been THIS far from the Castle? Or was the weird growth pains in his joints just making it seem so? In any case, he was never as relieved to be inside a glass hut full of dangerous flora as he was that morning.

Plus, the slightly warmer space wasn't as painful to deal with as the cold. Nonetheless, Bentley's armchair was looking a good deal more comfortable than the achey stools but Lucas slid gingerly onto the seat and took a deeeeep breath in. Maybe it was time to see Tillstrom. Pout.