Her hands trembled, her heart was thudding like a runaway horse and she was sweating. Sunshine's biggest hope was that this would work without setting off an alarm.
[Host, your anxiety levels are rising. Do you need a shot?]
"No." She replied sharply, in her mind. She didn't want to relax. This tension was giving her the push required to work speedily.
In her mind, she saw the pattern_ a perfect, white knot. With every thread she tied, the sick light of the rift grew dimmer. The bruise in the sky began to fade. Compared to the simulations Vortan had forced her to do, this was actually becoming easier the more she continued. She started feeling calmer, her hands steadied as she worked through the invisible sewing.
"Zero visibility on the watchers. They don't want that lightning storm smoke." Major Elio updated the team.
Sunshine relaxed more. But the team did not, because they knew what was at stake.
