"―Enki."
Glancing to her, who called me, I watched her move about this section of the lab with grace and finesse, collecting different kinds of herbs and depositing them into cauldrons, then transporting that resulting concoction into one of the weird, gourd-shaped machines with a beaker, letting it fume a purple gas from the exhaust as the tube connecting it with some others began to throb.
"Yes...?"
"How fared the tutoring?"
Asking that without facing me, she continued, having different ingredients float through the air to her as she plucked them as she needed, chopping some of them up with magic and mashing them with what looked like the pressure of the air itself before dropping them into their respective places.
"Oh. It was... okay, I think? She had no complaints, at least..."
