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Deathkeeper
Manor Lab
Anri decides not to comment on the fact that she can't actually breathe since Nora seems to have actually gotten serious. She plants herself next to the body. It's hard to say if she's relaxed. Posture is a curious thing for a robotic body.
But she does focus. Focusing is something she's quite good at. Just waiting. Imagining breathing. At the very least this body does have eyelids. So she obeys the closed-eyes part of the instructions easily.
Click clack. In and out. Metaphorically. Her ceramic lips click, mouthing something no one in the room knows or would likely recognize.
Click clack. Click clack.
Click.
Clack.
Anri's spirit furls and is pulled along easily. Her will and desires push the transfer home more than she would ever expect.
She awakens to darkness; light as her eyes flutter open. The room is spinning. She gasps as her lungs engage and her biological systems connect to her mind. She can barely process it all, but the first sound she hears is her own laughter. She can't even sit up from the nausea but her arms hug around herself as she laughs giddily at the simple joy of breathing and laughing and having a diaphragm at all.
At least until her vision clears enough to lay eyes on Nora.
"Oh, heavens. Quick, do we need a doctor for our doctor?" she asks, genuine concern in her voice.