I race across the foothills, Huckens bobbing sedately in one of my limbs. I'm trying to work off the excess nervous energy from guarding him during the never-ending disassembly of the molecular forge, an entire repair bay full of integrators lurking within earshot. Minutes passed into hours before we were done, and I don't know if I'm exhausted or about to leap over a mountain.

You're overstimulated, Sky. I should bring your hormones back in balanc-