“You did it.” Iris gestured to the fake lighting system, now dark. Edward had hung back when the others ran out to investigate the scream, and she elected to stay with him. “You figured out how to make aether power it.”
“It’s not powering it. It’s lighting it. Steam is still required to power the motor that directs the gas through the system.” Edward had pleaded exhaustion and now sat at the table and toyed with a small screwdriver. The aether isolation device also stood dark, so the only light came from the flickering gas lamps on the wall. With the curtains drawn, the atelier felt cozy and almost claustrophobic.
“So why can’t we open the curtains?” Iris moved toward the window. She half hoped Edward would stand to stop her, at least hold her arm in that gentle way of his.
He’s solved
