It bounced a few times before rolling to a stop in front of Sylvia. She'd finally caught her breath, but was still tired. She lightly kicked the bottle, letting it roll further away.
She turned to Aramith, intrigued.
"The YOum here isn't as dense as in Yumaris, but I find it stable enough for me," she voiced out her thoughts. "Is this because you're a higher level than me?"
This was how she was. If something intrigued her, she'd ask.
Before Aramith could answer, Lynnor shook her head. "Nah. If that's the case, I'm more powerful than him." Listening to her, nothing showed that she'd been drinking heavily.
"It's like blacksmithing."
"Blacksmithing?" She couldn't understand what Lynnor meant, and Aramith was just as confused.
"You need to keep the piece in a fire till it's red hot, then you tamper it till you get what you want."
She gestured, hammering with her hands.
