The Royan girl before you reaches out her hand, waiting for your response.

Rover stretches out their hand as well.

Zahira: "Like this, we don't need words. Our minds may speak in silent tongues. Most thoughts flutter like morning birds. Bright, restless... like my sister Aluna. Perhaps you know her. But some minds... they are like a storm on the horizon. Dark, unsettling."

Rover: "What are my thoughts like?"

Zahira: "Yours... are different. Pure white. Still, as if they have seen the turning of many lifetimes."

Abby’s stomach growls from within Rover’s frequencies.

Narration: "Grrrr..."

Rover: "Abby?!”

Zahira: “It seems that within that quiet, there is a quiet hunger. This is for you, and the friend who dwells within—

Rover: "This is...?"

Zahira: "My specially made Gravlaks. No one in the Academy has tasted my cooking, save for Aluna."

Rover: "Abby, Abby, wake up—"

Abby: "AHHHH! This smells soooo good! Finally, not just cans and toothpaste! Save some for me!"

Zahira: "Once, "fortunate" was I to taste the Academy's famed "super food."”

Rover: "And what did you think?"

Zahira: "Enough to turn morning birds into a restless storm."