Last spark from the ashes

“Could be. Odds aren’t favorable, for what it’s worth. We’re working on making them even slimmer.” Fallen are manageable. Anything else from their world would be disastrous.

Poking elicits a flustered wave of her hands, an almost-flail. “I was working up to it! I know it was in your interest, but- you did bring my Ghost back safely, so- there’s no ‘almost’ about it. Thank you.”

It’s gruff and blunt but it’s genuinely meant. She doesn’t really want to linger on it, though, so she’s going to focus on the mushroom beastie. “Not a lot we can do to determine sapience if it won’t declare itself. I don’t know about you, but I’m not a telepath. If you want to come along and investigate, be my guest.”

After saying that, she does pause and glance up at Ghost for a second opinion. The little bot gives a gentle bob in the air. “It’s her home, too.”