✮𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖔𝖘 𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉-𝕻𝖎𝖈𝖐 𝖒𝖊.²

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The Invisible Rock was operating under suffocating pressure. The noise of alarms, the constant influx of wounded, and the lack of personnel exacerbated the situation; every corner was chaos and urgency, so any help seemed insufficient.

It was in the midst of that chaos that Kokona arrived, Abel's new assistant doctor, who after rescuing the young Aeldari from a rebel group ended up becoming part of the crew.

Her presence was well received by the members despite the discontent of some —especially Alarick— but little by little they accepted her without suspecting her true conservative nature.

It began with small comments; nothing strange except for his constant insistence.

"Thaddeus, excuse me... shouldn't you have someone else under your command to carry those heavy things? That doesn't seem like a task for a man of your rank." Kokona blurted out casually, not understanding the blacksmith's urgency.

Later, seeing Demetriz focused on healing a stunned Mortis, Kokona approached quietly:

—"My dear, excuse me... but you should tidy up your hair a bit more even if you're working; men need to see order and a good appearance, don't you think?"

No one responded to her comments; everyone was too busy, but the looks of confusion were evident. For Kokona, it was simply a matter of applying what she had always been taught: rules that, in that place filled with urgency and equality, seemed to have no place whatsoever.

But the worst part was that, for her, that was the only correct way to see things. Completely ignoring the environment she was in.

Now they rested exhausted in the coolness of the common room: all of them worn out, but enjoying the comfort of the new air conditioning.

Everything was fine at first, until Kokona opened her mouth...

—"Evelyne, darling... Don't you think that's a lot of makeup? You look like a streetwalker."

This was going to be a very long afternoon...

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