Then I'll simply have to wait and see. [ Their paths had diverged the last time they'd been off-station, with Drift being sent to a different realm than the one she'd occupied with some of their fellow orbers. If he'd been able to achieve the full capacity of his size while there, she hadn't borne witness to it — but depending on what the next mission might have in store, there's every possibility for it to become a sight she'll have stored away in her memory, the same way that she's become privy to what he looks like in this form.

Preoccupied with swigging directly from the vodka bottle again, she hadn't picked up on the fact that her wrist had turned — or that her sleeve had risen enough to reveal the silverlight scars that still stand out starkly enough against her natural complexion to be distinguishable. She doesn't even realize that he's noticed them until he speaks again, and then her hand hovers over his larger one, fingertips almost imperceptibly twitching as she represses the urge to collect them into a fist and pull it into the shroud of her skirts. ]

I could have had them erased. Enchanted... until there was nothing left to so much as indicate they existed, to begin with. [ Which speaks to the transformation she'd undergone, the agony she had endured to alter her form from its twisted construction into something that could be perceived as conventionally — maybe even extraordinarily — beautiful. She doesn't go into the specifics of what she had sacrificed in order to make a metamorphosis like that possible, and it's a long while before she finally voices a separate admission. ] I kept these, and my eyes, but little else of the body that was initially mine.