The next week was filled with nothing but training, and when we weren't doing that, we were hunting for more cores, and even when we took breaks it was usually to meditate, and none of us forgot the two baths we took a day, especially not Sandra and I, since we dreaded them, though Zirani had spoken truly when she said it would get easier. The pain was still bad, but it wasn't as awful as it had been the first time, and I knew after a time I could get used to it, not that I wanted to, but I didn't really have much of a choice, though that thought wasn't as bad as the possibility of there being another version. Zirani hadn't said anything about such a thing, and I didn't really want to ask.