Installation of the cultivator tool in her eye socket took only minutes. Applying a lubricant - that the heiress told her *not* to ask too many questions about, deft fingers then lifted her cleanly restored upper eyelid before pressing in the prosthetic eye. While holding it in place, her other hand pulled the lower lid out to allow the existing ocular muscles to pop it all into place. Where there was a hollow sense before, now there was a pressure… a fullness that would take a bit of time to grow accustomed to.
Most of the time was spent carefully making sure that no uncomfortability was present. Asking her to blink and get used to it as best she could. Eventually, the first time human ocularist rubbed her own eyes, sniffled, and smiled encouragingly… as she tugged, ripped, and lodged the willing spirit into an initial linkage toward the rituals within.
"Alright, we are ready for the first calibration. Nothing yet, right?"
"Just the same darkness."
