Th-thanks... [ At his assurance, she looks down and away, a meek blush appearing across her cheeks. If it's one thing that will get her to smile, it's a compliment that she did good, that she was helpful. She means to be helpful-- she always has, even before she'd become a cadet where praise was so far and few between each mission. ]

More importantly, what we find here could also help others, it could. [ And herself. She has an interest in finding artifacts for herself, too. ] As well as learn about more mysteries of this world.

An altar with a maybe-bloody stain on it is ominous. But it is something. Rem reaches down to collect one more broken piece of obsidian, holding it up. In the volcanic glow of the chamber, its dark, smooth surface reflects an amber light, making the stone appear almost as if it holds something molten within. ]