Camilla isn’t quite beaming in the same way that Wayne is, but there’s a satisfaction in her movements, even the tug of a smile at her lips, as she returns her swords to their sheaths and offers her fighting partner a nod. She is breathing hard, sweat glistening on her brow, but largely unharmed.

“You were good,” she says, which is high praise coming from Camilla Hect. “Thanks for the help.”

The speaker ceases to hum and the door to the chamber slides open, indicating that Pal has stepped away from the pedestal. Cam cocks her head at Wayne, and after a moment’s hesitation, asks carefully, “What was it like? Having him…” a pause, “in your head like that?”