Even without the gift of life, Thezil pulled her up with a steady hand.

"I hOPe yOU aRe CoRRecT. I WiLL bE sURE to cONtact yOU iF I aM in NEEd." Thezil bowed slightly, tipping his skellyvision forward. It flashed a staticky image of a summer forest, before flickering back to black.

The Semblance of Unity