[ The crystalized parts of the hand that reaches out to her is what brings her attention to the situation. She needs to prioritize, she realizes, but it’s difficult to focus with such heavy knowledge weighing on her mind. Still, she brings a smile to her face, taking his hand in her own. ]

It happens when you lack manna, yes. Though I’m thinking whatever is going on now might be rushing it.

[ She hasn’t had a lack of manna in a while, but every month something weird always happened here. ]

Let’s sit down on the couch first. Hopefully we can synch enough to stop it.

[ Her apartment is bigger than what the government gave them, brick walls lining one side and a small loft to where her bedroom is. A red leather couch covered in blankets is where she takes them to after hanging up their coats (though removing them was a bit awkward in this state). ]

Have you tried syncing with anyone yet, Marco?