"That's not a thing," Lucius says and boy, their voices do carry down this empty hallway. He laughs a little at the idea, a magic tea that cures fever or lack of Consumption. Good one.

"But the rest of it is, really," Lucius insists and starts walking again. "I'd be wary of the fancy screens they've got around, though. They're unbreakable and one of the tortures is that they play hideous videos of gruesome murder so. Not great for entertainment."

The pass the door to the infirmary first, double metal, swinging, with large windows in it. Lucius hadn't felt it looked much like an infirmary at all, all white and clean and linen, stainless steel tools and cabinets full of little glass bits and sharp needles. There was not a drop of blood to be found. Clearly nobody had ever been treated there.

"That's where they keep the bandages and such."