There was not much to show, but Ilya remained insistent, so Luke gave her a brief tour. His room offered little of interest, and he did not linger there for long before making another suggestion.
"Come. I will show you my small workshop."
Ilya hummed in surprise. "Workshop? You make weapons?"
Luke faintly smiled. "Something more interesting."
Her curiosity was piqued at once, and she followed him toward the back of the house.
The bathhouse was still there, though it had seen little use since its construction. Beside it, beneath a makeshift shed, lay everything Luke needed to prepare his best equipment before every hunt. The space was modest, but every tool and ingredient had its place, arranged according to the method he had gradually developed through experience.
Ilya's gaze swept over the various containers and ingredients before settling on one of them.
"Potions." She nodded knowingly. "So I was right. You make them yourself."
Luke raised an eyebrow. "You knew?"
