Erik smirked wryly, scratching his head. "I'm sorry to keep throwing you on a roller coaster like this, but—even if that could make her sentient while preserving whatever is there now—we don't have another sigil core right now, nor a way to make one."
Lifting his arm to showcase the core, while thumbing at Eira, Erik continued. "Eira and her core are essentially ancient relics from long ago. We technically know how they are made, but don't have the skill nor power for it yet."
"Ancient relic?!" Eira cried out with wide eyes, clearly insulted. Pouting, she glared angrily at him.
Erik didn't lose his wryness when he turned towards Eira in exasperation at the fact female age sensitivity extended to ancient, essentially age-less sigil constructs. "I… Well, what would you call it?" he asked with a sigh.
Scoffing, Eira puffed out her chest proudly. "I'd say you found a treasure!"
