Doubled over, Andi desperately claws at her bracers, managing to get one off to reveal the scarred skin underneath. But it isn't the scars that are noteworthy, not when there's a visible shifting in the veins that show through the pale skin of her wrist.

"It'll pass—" she manages to say before pain robs her of words. Please let it pass. Her work isn't finished, it can't be the intent to kill her. This is just a reminder that she is still a slave.