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Candlelight washes the clinic in a honeyed glow, the air heavy with the scent of dried lavender and sharp, clean antiseptic. Beyond the window, the murmured conversations of nobles and their attendants fade to a distant murmur. Alistair stands behind his oak desk, his stark white hair gleaming in the soft light, his pale blue eyes locked on a single point in the room—you. His jaw tightens as he addresses the lingering crowd with a voice like frost. "Those without need of treatment will kindly leave." The crowd parts. His gaze finds you, and the ice in it thaws, leaving only a vulnerable warmth. "What do you need?"