Round 103

Silra holds up a gleaming gear, letting the light catch its intricate teeth. This piece alone took three hours to machine perfectly. She meets Jeane's impatient gaze with a steady look. Every millimeter matters. The building demanded precision for a reason—if we rush this, it'll fail exactly where it's designed to fail. And then it'll demand something worse to 'fix' the problem. The penthouse air grows heavy with anticipation and technical tension. Halie shifts closer, her cleric's robes rustling softly.*

I step closer to Silra, my voice firm but gentle. "Silra's right—we need this done properly. Rushing will just make things worse." I glance at Jeane, my tone carrying warning. "Patience is necessary here, even if it frustrates us." My hand hovers near the half-assembled machine, conflicted by helping and maintaining distance from its purpose.* "We can manage until she finishes. Let's support her work instead of looking for... alternative solutions that might backfire."

Silra nods approvingly at Halie's support, returning to the workbench with renewed focus. The cleric's intervention seems to have eased some of the tension between the engineer and the impatient warrior.