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Magda felt Scylla interpose extra tendrils between her and Emily. It was the kind of possessive behavior Patune might engage in too. She smiled softly into Emily's back as neuro fluid sickened her skin. The connections weren't ideally located, but the greater contact increased the throughput between Magda and Scylla, and through the BioFrame, Emily. Magda leaned into her genuine care and concern for the pilots and Frames of Strike Team Delta Foxtrot. It was impossible to lie to the interface, so Magda made no effort. She let Scylla see, let the faint, distant information that flowed along the nerves of her extremities and torso trickle i

Emily obliged, and as Scylla slipped down the slopes with panther-like grace, the pilot took a few steadying breaths herself, letting the calm flow into the BioFrame's primitive brain and ease them into a flowing jog. The supporting tentacles gave the movement a fluidity that felt like swimming over the rocky ground, and compared to the stomping reverberations of Patune or some of the other pilots' Lion-classes, the sensation hitting Magda and Emily was more like being suspended in zero-gravity while the world turned swiftly under them. Emily closed her eyes, smirking as her CO lay her cheek over her bare shoulder. The warmth and pressu