[Gortys is muffled, explaining from inside her shell and blind to the proceedings going on. Her chassis is bruised, dented in to the point where it's preventing her from opening it]
It's because I told him that people hurting my friends gets me very upset. Which it does!
The door creaks open, and when Rhys appears, he has the vibe of someone who just woke up.
"Hey, uh-- Lark?"
Lawyer. His gaze falls quickly to Gortys, immediately noticing the damage to her shell, and immediately his tone shifts to one that's gentler, almost parental.
"And Gortys! Hey, you okay in there, princess? What happened?"
He shifts his foot in front of the door to hold it open, and goes to try and take her with his one arm. Behind him, the skeleton of a new prosthetic is spread out across his desk.
"She was hurt. I didn't want to try to fix her without knowing how," Lark says, helping Rhys to take her, taking care that she won't be dropped. "Can you help her?"
Rhys has to lean in pretty close to get a good grip on Gortys, but once she's cradled safely into the crook of his arm, he steps back into his cabin.
"Thank your for bringing her. It looks like it's just body damage-- um, could you just, scootch that onto a chair for me or something?"
Rhys nods to the half built prosthetic arm on the desk. He needs the work space, so congratulations, Lark, you've just been awarded the role of lab tech.
"Don't worry, Gortys. You just relax in there, pretend you're having a nap. We'll get you out in no time."
"Okay." She does try to relax, Rhys, really, but it's a bit distressing to not be able to stretch like she wants to. She settles down, comforted by Rhys' familiar grip.
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It's because I told him that people hurting my friends gets me very upset. Which it does!
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"Hey, uh-- Lark?"
Lawyer. His gaze falls quickly to Gortys, immediately noticing the damage to her shell, and immediately his tone shifts to one that's gentler, almost parental.
"And Gortys! Hey, you okay in there, princess? What happened?"
He shifts his foot in front of the door to hold it open, and goes to try and take her with his one arm. Behind him, the skeleton of a new prosthetic is spread out across his desk.
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Gortys tries to press open her shell to see him, relief and worry both in her tone.
"Lark helped carry me here. I can't get my shell open."
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"Thank your for bringing her. It looks like it's just body damage-- um, could you just, scootch that onto a chair for me or something?"
Rhys nods to the half built prosthetic arm on the desk. He needs the work space, so congratulations, Lark, you've just been awarded the role of lab tech.
"Don't worry, Gortys. You just relax in there, pretend you're having a nap. We'll get you out in no time."
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"She said you know the tech from her world?"
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