[ Sturmhond is sitting on the ground, surrounded by small casings, with a vast array of powders, liquids and containers laid out around him. Korol is curled up on the ground behind him, watching with interest. The bahari's glowing lines are faint at present, reflect Sturmhond's concentration.

They flare slightly when Barnaby comes close. Korol gets up, nosing his way over to Justice, while Sturmhond looks up. He's wearing his face mask, from Ajna. Lifting it, he shows a smile, which fades when he takes in Barnaby's appearance. ]

You're not interrupting. Sit, and try not to touch anything that looks flammable. [ Which is most of what's laid out in front of them, actually. ]

What's the matter? You look terrible, Barnaby. [ And he means that in the best possible way. ]