Handy paused at the head of the stairs, thinking it odd but entering the room nonetheless. He found her seated at a tall-backed, leather-bound chair, beside a four poster bed with three of the curtains drawn full. The one facing the door was open, and he actually stopped in his tracks at what he saw. It was a griffon, or it had been at one time, who now mostly seemed to be covered in an ashy, rocky substance, or at least the parts of the griffon that were visible from under the blanket. Handy’s mouth opened but words refused to come out.