"I'm not convinced they work," Benjamin admitted, although he appreciated the thought. "Especially when they are made by people who don't know how they are supposed to work. If it's made by someone with spiritual knowledge they mightwork, but I couldn't create one even if I knew the technique of making one."

He looked up when he noticed Sara entered the mess hall. For the first time since he had met her, she looked more like a patient than a staff-member. And judging by the whispers and glances of some of the nurses, they too saw her as a patient who was allowed to help out the staff.

Benjamin returned the wave and beckoned her to join them. While he was done eating, she might appreciate some company while she had her breakfast.