"Is it over?"

Ortana's veins were painted in gold. They had that literal golden color on them now, and it was present from her hands, and all the way up to her elbows! It was terrifying, but she had only felt pain for a short second throughout this experience, and that pain was very minimal, so at least that was something to be positive about.

“What happened?” Skendus panicked, and tried to help her.

“I don't know,” She shook her head, “But I'm fine, that is, my fingers didn't fall off, so my hands are working pretty well. All things considered, that's what hands are supposed to do, right?”

“You should tune out Terrance more, because you're picking up on his sense of humor.” He said, and then he helped the other stand up.