Goldenglow shrugs and gives Lyubov a warm smile. "All right, if thou insists. Started working at a new place a few months ago - or at least what I remember as a few months ago - and nobody thous anybody there, 'tis all you this and you that. Suppose I've gotten into the habit. Thank thee kindly for this."

She looks up at Lyubov's expression, her sudden air of self-consciousness, and feels a moment of understanding stretch between the two. "Bones? Thou aren't well either, then? It's more in the nervous system for me." She snaps her fingers and a sudden burst of static crackles between them. "There are worse symptoms and I've got a mild case, I'm grateful every day to not be one of the poor souls with half their lungs crystallized, but it does make things complicated."