Marlowe paused, the tip of the UV line hovering just above Lucian's skin. She glanced up at him, her expression unreadable. "Would you rather take this in your room, or is this place okay?" she asked, her tone gentle but clinical.
Lucian turned his head slowly, his eyes scanning the sterile lab before settling on the small bed idling in one corner. It looked uncomfortable, barely suitable for rest, but he didn't seem to mind. "How long is this going to take?" he asked, his voice low, laced with weariness and a hint of impatience.
"Three hours tops," Marlowe replied. "But you may still sleep for an hour extra after it's completed. That's normal."
