"Iiiii am unusually likely to be okay, but noted."

"I mean, it's not as bad as, like, opium hookahs, or too much booze, but it's a different mechanism. It's bottled light that makes you really really nostalgic and relaxed. Anyway..."

June tells Lucy what she knows about New Winchester while they wait for a team of big, burly guys to arrive with carts and start moving the wood into town. It's the industrial and commercial center of the Reach, with engine-yards selling locomotives and a big market for lots of stuff. The Tacketies and Stovepipes both share influence here, making local politics... Pretty tense. There's banks, and bars and music halls, and a bewildering array of factories, and two hospitals, and a famous locomotive-captains' club, and a moving picture theater, and probably a few dangerous plots brewing in the belly of the city. There's a lot of poor and a lot of criminals, New Winchester being the place to go when you can't stand one of the smaller ports or your parents' homestead anymore.

They're at busy Victoria Market, an only slightly tangled block of streets containing clearing-houses and merchant outfits of all kinds. They're soon accepting bids from a variety of people for the wood. It doesn't take long at all to convert it into more than two thousand Sovereigns - a small fortune. The Sovereigns are coins, impressively heavy and elaborate ones incorporating bits of stained glass for the largest denominations. The gang leader takes his moving fee and cheerfully waves goodbye without any fuss.

"Abraham's Engineering is the place you want to go for quality locomotive parts. I should buy some Murgatroyd's Fungal Crackers and maybe some sausage and butter to extend things at our camp. And coal. And maybe tea." June frowns. "I don't want to take away too much of your money, though."

"Don't worry about it, I can always hack down another tree if I need more money." 

"Alright then..."

She orders a big list of mechanical things, steel structural beams and plating, stained glass panes, plus several crates of food and coal, all to be sent to Harley's warehouse, and moved back out to the dilapidated parts of town tomorrow morning.

"These things take a bit of time, annoyingly. Still, glad that's over with. So... What do you want to do in the meantime?"

"Hm...I think I want to learn more about time-light." 

"Yeah... Not sure how I can help with that. There's probably some academics downtown? Not an actual university, it's mostly just the Royal Society for that, but tutors and researchers and so on."

"Do you know where someone would get a fancier version of your comb?"

"An hour-loom. Big machines that weave Hours. Uh... Probably someone makes them in Port Prosper, or back in Albion. Port Prosper's the capital of the time business, right by the Albion transit relay. Might be some here? I wouldn't know where to look."

Nod. "Might make more sense to go glow at the hospitals then, for now." 

"I'm. Not entirely sure I want to hang around you for that? Seems awfully attention-getting."

"I won't be offended if you want to split up and meet back up later."

"Yeah but it's... I'm scared? My folks are alive because of you, and the only reason I wasn't breaking down on that Marauder engine was because I was - I actually don't know how I didn't fall apart? But going separate ways from my powerful new friend makes me anxious. I'm not nearly as calm as I seem? And not just scared, but other feelings too. It's both a good thing and a bad thing, being so calm. I probably should go somewhere and, uh, process, but..." Shrug. Sigh.

"If you want to stick with me but not get attention you could wear a mask and people wouldn't know it was you?"

"...No, I'll just get over myself. It's getting late. I'm going to get a room at the Reacher's Rest, that motel over there, and sleep. Do you need to sleep?"

"Enh...depends on how you define need, I self-heal and that really limits how much most kinds of deprivation can hurt me. But I do sleep." 

"Maybe we should get- Two rooms at the same place so we know where to meet then."

"Sounds good!" 

They do that, then. And Lucy is free to walk to the Order of St. Peter's Blessed Mercy Hospital.

"Hello! Who can I talk to about healing people," she says at the front desk. 

A Bespectacled Nurse frowns slightly and asks, "Do you have any medical training?"

"Er, not conventionally, but I'm the Mountain of Light's daughter and I can glow at people." 

"The... What?"

"You know how in the Neath people didn't stay dead?"

"I have heard of the phenomenon, yes. It was in my schooling, as an argument that modern medicine is much better at patching up injuries than keeping people alive at all."

She sighs and turns her hand into diamond. "Look, if I was just a crazy person I wouldn't be able to do this, right?"