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Rosa tries flexing her hands. For the most part, her movements seem to be mirrored between her bodies, but she can choose to move only a single one, with some effort. This has the side effect of making her speech quite full of echoes.

Eigla pulls out her sewing kit, and does her best to make Smallrosa's position a bit less precarious. After several minutes of enthusiastic surgery, the girl now has a small fleshy seat on which to rest, so as to not strain her connection. Similarly, the tubes on her back are now neatly folded and covered with a sheet of reddish skin. It would be quite comfortable, if not for the mud dripping all around her.

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Rosa feels up her small neck. The familiar adjustment knob is still there, while Bigrosa's temple feels conspicuously empty. Hmmmm.

Klimt feels ill. It's just, too much for him. Rosa being transformed into some sort of bizarre mudking hybrid, then somehow giving birth to herself, then-

He loses his footing, feeling stomach acid rising up his esophagus. Emilia is there for him, however, and holds him before he can tumble.

Emilia: "Easy there. It's, disturbing, but she doesn't seem to be in pain. Hold on for a little longer."



Eigla looks around. Molly is still writing furiously, and her helpers seem to have deployed a small sample collection station, filled with needles, petri dishes and test tubes.

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Molly wiggles excitedly.

Molly: "I can tell! Goodness, they recognised you, it seems! And, despite the further corruption of your outer body, your mind seems unaffected! Please come closer, I absolutely MUST gather some tissue samples."


She looks at Eigla's coffin with some curiosity.

Molly: "Coffins? Hardly a use for them nowadays, considering no one stays dead for long, hehe!

That crate, though... Is it a machine of some sort? Oooh, could I perhaps reverse engineer it?"