The Earth Mother paces in a tight, agitated circle across the chamber floor, rubbing her temples like she's trying to physically massage the concept directly into her skull by force.
"Okay, let's go over it one more time. I want to make sure I understand this correctly," she says to the Desert Spirit, before pointing at Vuvi, still twirling helplessly across the room. "The redhead is something called an Alchemist. She's the one that built that." She turns to Pip. "The metal man, which is called a 'construct.' The construct, called Pip, is powered by a divine crystal, and said crystal contains the soul of a person from another world, beyond the Veil." She shakes her head gently. "Furthermore, it grows stronger from carnal relations with mortals and deities alike." Then she wags a finger in the air. "And to top it all off, he produces condensed, origin-tier magic? Did I get that right?"
"Yes, Mother," the Desert Spirit says, exasperated. "That's what I've been trying to—"
