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Aqua Spirit Blossom
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Myrrhine meets with Elan in the command bunker, an ugly, squat, concrete building, but one of the few actually permanent structures in Camp Promethean.
"Hey, priestess," Elan is waiting for her as she enters.
"Welcome to the team, Elan." She pulls up a chair. It's the same size as Elan's, but she barely takes up any space on it (well, not really, she thinks, a little self-conscious of her keister) while his creaks under his large frame. "Good to see you're healing well."
"All thanks to you, ma'am," says Elan. "I was Sharlo cheese before you patched me up."
"Besides the unfortunate ending, that engagement was fought with excellence on your end," says Myrrhine. "Keep up that level of competence with a chopper and you'll do swimmingly."
"Yes, ma'am," says Elan. "Thank you."
"Now as a deacon, you just let me know if there's something you and your team need, and I'll do my best to provide," says Myrrhine. "Just think of me as the company mom," she almost says, but then refrains from saying, because you do not say things like that in front of soldiers. "But that said, you're in a position with responsibility you've never had before. I expect you to make commands effectively even in the absence of any help from up above. Can you do that for me?"
"I can, ma'am," says Elan, without reservation in his voice.
"Good boy. Now if you'd excuse yourself, I need to meet with the abbess about an old manual."
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