WHEN: February 12th WHERE: Theodora’s lab WHO: Closed @catherinedaly
Their hands grew stronger by the day, and with that, so did the progress upon their newest creation. The mechanism was almost perfected and the dosage was recorded, which mostly left figuring out the right fillers or amount thereof to finish off the product before they could begin introducing it. With that meant bringing Catherine into the loop once again. They had meant to do it sooner, but the injuries to their hands meant they hadn’t quite nailed down one of the more dangerous steps in the reaction, and they didn’t wish to put their apprentice in harm’s way just to speed the process up – they were already injured, and they could not afford to have Catherine be the same. Little did they know she suffered from injuries of her own, hidden beneath her clothes and a focused expression as they showed her how to craft their latest design.
“Now, we just have to filter this,” they stated, allowing Catherine to pour the contents of a flash through a paper-lined funnel, “and then wash with acetone to get rid of any impurities.” They poured the solvent atop the solid that stuck to the paper, admiring the way the product shone in the overhead lighting of their lab. “All that’s left is to let it dry, and that’s our product. Once it’s dry we can weigh out doses and press the tablets, but we can always wait and do that tomorrow.” While reactions were relatively quick, especially with the help of the catalysts Theodora employed, sometimes it was the simplest of things that took time. Besides, they didn’t want to burn Catherine out, though she would have a printed guide to follow the next time they asked her to craft it. It was moments like this they appreciated her, seeing how focused she was on the craft at hand, as if they would pour just as much care into it as Theodora had to get to this point. There was never a doubt that their lucciola cared. “You did a good job,” they complimented, reaching out to place a hand upon their shoulder.