The helmet shifted around Naysha's head.
She froze as the outer shell softened and moved, sections retracting while others expanded, changing shape without ever losing contact with her. The process lasted only a few seconds before the transformation stopped.
She immediately reached up and ran her fingers across the surface.
It felt exactly like the old helmet.
Exactly the same.
The same curves, the same ridges, even the slightly raised section near the back that she had gotten used to over years of use had been recreated.
Naysha slowly removed it and stared. "This is my helmet."
Ning smiled. "Aren't you happy to have gotten it back?"
"How?"
Before she could get any answer from Ning, she received another message from her helmet.
Naysha frowned.
"Invisible?"
She immediately shook her head. "No."
