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Rebecca’s interest piqued somewhat at Chambala’s mention of a fallen companion. Did she mention it before? Who was it, exactly? A golem, like Rebecca’s? Sounded a bit too personal to be bringing up right now, though.

For now, she was on the edge of her seat waiting for the juicy details on this new technique, tension and anticipation cutting off her mind’s call for rest. She watched as the substance dropped against Chambala’s gauntlet, listening to the various sounds she made as she tried to mentally record every single detail…

And gasped the second it was apparent that her friend was in pain, reaching out to steady her as her arm started spasming. The way that she seemed to fuse to her equipment was… unsettling, to say the least. Chambala’s own discomfort eventually seemed to fade, her only explanation for the whole episode being “It hurts a lot.”

“Holy shit,” Rebecca said, still astonished. “I’ll bet it does…” By Calieo’s light… It was like something straight out of those spooky stories about the cathedral basement experiments they told when they needed to get a kick out of creeping out new personnel, hanging around and making noises in the corridors when the new blood thought they were alone. She shook her head before she looked straight into her friend’s eyes.

“Do you… need anything after that?” She asked. “I think getting some rest would be a good idea.” If she could manage it, that is...