"Lady Heela said you nee-".
"By the gods...".
The bald Olim girls feet stop at the entrance as she looks at my pulsating skin.
She looks the same as when we first showered together, in Bliss.
Her dark skin takes in the light, her hair just as short as before.
The gel won't come off, covering the red discoloration, but not the pulsing of the blood rushing through the veins.
"You look like shit".
She doesn't sound like she is expecting this.
"What are you doing here"?
"Where are we"?
She raises a hand as she walks closer to me.
The woman recently shaved her hair, I can tell.
Their is no smile on her delicate face, only a serious look of concern.
My gaze stops at her neck and shoulders, making sure she isn't building mana.
I suddenly realize she can see me moving my mana and is wary of me.
