I watched Master walk away from Luna's containment chamber, noting the careful way he carried the drawing she'd given him. Even from behind, I could see the change in his posture—the protective set of his shoulders, the gentleness in his movements that hadn't been there a week ago.
'He's falling in love with her,' I realized, and the thought made my chest warm in ways I wasn't prepared for.
"Bishop Cordelia," Dr. Vance approached with his ever-present tablet, "I was hoping to discuss the subject's recent behavioral modifications with you. Your psychological evaluation reports have been... interesting."
If only you knew how carefully crafted those reports were. "Of course, Doctor. What specific aspects would you like to discuss?"
"The emotional development patterns. We've never seen such rapid socialization in any previous iteration. Your assessment methodology appears to be yielding exceptional results."
