The nearly empty room was dim, with curtains pulled over the window and the lamp turned low. Karl pushed the curtains back enough to see the same woman fast asleep, though she looked like she'd aged twenty years. Her face was sunken and gray, and she was still restrained.
"Mrs. Labine?" he said. She didn't respond.
Her lunch sat ignored on a cart close beside the bed. At least no one would be interrupting them to bring it. Karl turned the chart with the bold warning about not giving her Crumble against the wall, then opened the door and turned the lamp up.
"I've seen her before," Loretta whispered. "What happened?"
"Odds are this is a result of you and that Dragon," he said. "She lived in one of the houses you visited not long ago."
Loretta didn't seem sad or remorseful, only angry.
