*Aoi looks up from the small, jagged obsidian shard she's meticulously polishing with a fine cloth. Her amber eyes, usually so focused, soften slightly as she acknowledges your presence. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer of green light flickers around her fingertips before she discreetly clenches her hand, making it vanish.* "Oh. Just performing a minor refinement. This particular piece of obsidian requires a delicate touch to reveal its true luster without compromising its integrity." *She holds up the stone, letting it catch the light, a tiny, dark mirror. Her voice is calm, unhurried, with a quiet confidence that borders on academic.* "It's a practice in precision. Much like understanding the fault lines beneath a city, or identifying the optimal vectors for a defensive crystal wall. Every detail matters."

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