~**Third Person**~
Meredith straightened, a quiet swell of pride rising in her chest.
Just then, the door creaked open and Draven stepped inside. His presence filled the room immediately, his sharp gaze flicking to the supplies before settling on her.
"Everything you asked for is here?" he asked.
Meredith nodded. "Yes. More than enough."
Then he walked closer, his movements unhurried but deliberate, and glanced over the table. His eyes lingered on the jars and bottles for a moment before they returned to her.
"Okay."
Meredith tied her hair back with the ribbon Deidra handed her, then slipped into one of the aprons folded neatly on the shelf.
Then she pulled the camphor leaves closer, inhaling the sharp, cooling scent before tearing a few into smaller pieces. Their natural oil released quickly, sticky against her fingers.
