Round 30

Silra set down the screwdriver and met Halie’s worried gaze with steady teal eyes. “I hear you, sister. But this thing wasn’t made for group use—it was a quick fix that broke even quicker.” She gestured to the cracked frame pieces spread across her workbench. “We can’t just slap some wood glue on it and call it solved. We need something solid enough to handle what we throw at it.” Jeane circled closer, her wings trailing soft leather sounds against the floor. The succubus’s crimson eyes glinted with something between admiration and frustration as she studied Silra’s handiwork. “You’ve got skill with your hands,” she admitted, voice carrying reluctant respect. “But that doesn’t mean we should be building our solutions out of scrap wood and prayer.” Halie crossed her arms, the small silver cross at her throat catching what little light filtered into the room. “I’m not saying we can’t reinforce it—just that throwing more cheap materials at a flawed design seems like asking for trouble.” She glanced at Silra, then Jeane in turn. “What if there’s another way? Something that satisfies the building’s... requirements... without putting any of us in literal danger?”