Fenna felt her brain wasn't quite enough.
She was no stranger to this feeling of mental insufficiency—during her student days, she always felt this way when Mr. Morris lectured, but ever since she'd successfully replaced much of her brain's function with muscle during puberty, she hadn't felt this way in many years.
Now, the familiar feeling returned.
She looked at the "glowing orb" in the giant's hand and blinked several times before she understood the meaning of the words and the object in the literal and rational sense, but her emotional part was still bewildered—was this... the sun that once was in this world?
"Would you like to touch it?" The giant looked at Fenna's rigid demeanor, smiled kindly, and moved the "sun" a bit closer to her, "It's not hot anymore."
Fenna found this statement more bizarre than ever, unsure of how to react.
