Alhena's hand curled around her fathers, she relaxed even more letting the fusion go it's course. soon the containment unit was empty of the fluid, all of it having been pumped into Alhena's body. Her breathing was gurbled slightly as her organs were sliding around inside her her skin having dissolved, and the armor having taken it's place. Her wings twiting slightly they were covered in blood from a crack in the suit. The doctors worked to repair it before any serious harm was done to her by their being a crack. Her nervus system was hooking itself up to the metal, and adjusting so the armor could do it's job of leeching off the unnecessary data in her body.