Next to her Tuk shoves his hands in his pockets, licking his lips as he stares at the tank. “How long?” “A few days,” Ayzel says. “Maybe less.” “That long?” “It took me years to make you,” she retorts. “I don’t think you appreciate the feat I’ve just performed here. This room possibly contains the most complicated piece of technomagic in the world.” She folds her arms, gazing distantly into the tank’s liquid depths. “And I can’t even show it off.”
