As before, Dextera is encouraged by Emet-Selch’s commendation. He doesn’t think to pry for information exclusive to the Kenoma, but despite the baby steps he’s taking here, his mind is quick.

He takes a moment to examine himself, and the person they’ve chosen as their specimen. Their bodies—

“Ah,” he says, a small moment of realization, and a subsequent flinch that he should not reveal his own powers so openly to someone who is not technically his ally. After a second of coming up with something else, he still nods.