Marionette laughed softly before finally letting go.
"What did you find?" Owl suddenly asked.
Marionette paused.
"Was I really that obvious?"
A faint chuckle escaped him.
"You never come down here unless a mystery refuses to let you go."
His gaze drifted toward the worktable covered with medical reports.
"So... What has managed to stump my little genius?"
Marionette smiled.
"Take a look."
Owl walked over and placed the insulated food carrier on the table before picking up the report lying closest to him.
Marionette followed behind him.
He adjusted his glasses and lowered his gaze to the report in his hands.
"You've never been interested in treating people."
He slowly turned another page.
"When you were little, you'd rather spend an entire day nursing an injured bird than sit
