Preservation spells, Enid had not even thought of that — and many people with access to the hospital would know most of them, too. Ugh! She could not suppress a shudder.

She walked to the desk, which lacked personality. Very few healers at the hospital had the space to express personality, but the morgue had to be mostly Mr. Paxton's space — he didn't want it to be even a little bit welcoming?

Enid didn't really like the phrase release the body, either. She glanced at the paperwork and started filling out her personal details. "How many of these would you say you see in a day?" she asked.