He watched her examine the weapons, thinking through what he had learned so far. There were still so many terms she used with the assurance of one who never needed to explain them. But the core of it was still comprehensible.

"And so you learned to kill yourself?" Trapped aboard some sort of ship, stricken by poisonous magic that took the grown and spared the young lambs. This was the incident that made her Tenno, if he understood correctly. Elevated for their unique power, despite its frightful source.

He returned to work, picking up crossbow bolts, and prising loose pieces of other crossbows that were better-formed. And--"Here." With them was another small chunk of stone. Its lustre was unimpressive, but it would still be fit for purpose. "I've little skill in the smithy, but should we find another who has--they'll want these."