Second Skin

Like a second skin.

Kira leaned closer to the screen, studying them carefully. "Move your heads. Slowly."

They did.

Kaelen turned his head slightly, testing the range. The movement was smooth—natural, without resistance.

Roth followed, slower, more deliberate, as if expecting something to go wrong.

"Now speak," Kira prompted. "Anything. Just a few words."

Kaelen went first. "Feels fine."