"You're welcome." She pulls off her helm, lips bleeding. She grimaces, reaches for a vial at her belt, then chugs the contents. Her flesh mends, although getting the bloodstains out later will be a familiar chore.
"Looks like there are still pieces of you missing, which concerns me."
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Date: 2025-02-01 09:43 pm (UTC)"Looks like there are still pieces of you missing, which concerns me."