*humming "World Without Logos"*

Rowan Ascot is mine. Everything else is borrowed without permission. Don't worry. I'll return them when I'm done.

Integral looked around her bedroom, wondering if she should be outraged or amused. The last fifteen minutes had been...chaotic. The apothecary, Rowan, had walked in, politely introduced herself, then completely taken over. Footmen brought in a bed for Walter, so Rowan wouldn't have to run up and down two flights of stairs all night. That was sensible. Sprinkling the mattresses with herbs before changing the sheets, not so sensible. The room smelled much nicer, but Integral was already missing the wiff of tobacco. Two ball candles burned beside her on the nightstand, smelling strongly of lemon. Integral shifted in bed, feeling the leaves break under her. Eucalyptus and lavender rose to mix with the lemon. Integral breathed deeply. Well, this was nice. Maybe the mattress treatment was sensible. She accepted a cup of tea from Dr. Trevellian.

( Rowan was arguing with Walter through the open door of the bathroom. )