Instead of seeming dismayed by her answer, I calmly began braiding three cleaned strands of intestine together. Twisting them into a rope that would dry into something tough and chewy when I put it in the dry air exchange floor.
> Should also make some strips of meat to turn into jerky. <
"If you want my help testing dangerous things like that, then let me be the one in danger."
"I can quite literally regenerate. What danger is there?"
Her voice up close and doubled over the earpiece is strange. Very slightly delayed so it sounds like it echoes from a distance, even though there is not really much between us.
"Fire isn't poisonous to us like silver, but burn damage is not a laceration, Citra. Your body has to replace all of the tissue. Not just knit things back together."
