Staircase
It was a grand staircase, fit for the house of a governor. Rising elegantly from the entrance hall, it drew the eyes of guests as they entered.
Shortly after Nessa was able to move around by herself Frex had a lift put in. She loved it initially, knowing it was especially for her, it made her feel special. With the passage of time she grew to hate the lift, hate that she was the only one who had it use it, hate how it made her feel weak.
As much as she hated the lift, she hated the staircase more.