As Vickie's guard falls to nearly nothing, Valdis busies herself with making tea. There's a small stove that she lights to heat the water. Max always keeps it ready for such things.

"It's not hard to do well when you are not being forced to suffer with every breath. We may still be trapped, but we have far more agency and freedom here than we ever had on the Eterna."

Now she opens her cabinet of tea, fingers trailing across each pouch and box as she tries to decide which one would be best.

"At least here we can fight back."