mothership of Cleo's gaze drifted from the planetary champion's composed face to the two Elite guards lying broken on the floor. A faint, silvery light glowed within her eyes as she scanned them, her unique senses instantly mapping the intricate web of their injuries. They were stable, but only just, and required urgent medical assistance if they were to ever wield a weapon again.
Satisfied with her assessment, she turned her luminous eyes back to Rex, offering a tiny, almost imperceptible nod before plucking another fruit from the bowl and eating it quietly.
That small signal was all it took. This time, the bot maids whirred to life; their previous halt command was removed. They moved with swift, efficient grace, carefully lifting the groaning guards and carrying them out of the room to the mansion's hospital wing.
