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Samyan pulled the curtain past the entrance of her makeshift workshop, shutting the sharp noon light out of the wagon. The burlap sacks sat on the benches of the cart, and she'd layed a good sized blanket on the floor to serve as her workspace. Holding the silver needle lightly between the first two fingers of one hand, she began with the larger sack, pulling out each bone in turn. Each piece of the skeleton was placed delicately on the cloth, Samyan drawing the needle gingerly through each as though building an intricately detailed anatomical model.

The larger bones were placed first, carefully considering and stitching together the broken pieces until they reformed their original whole. It was deliberate, delicate work, with various shards so small and fragile that the slightest slip of a finger or careless exhale would see them lost to the aether. Nonetheless, Samyan proceeded quickly through the work with the practiced, familiar deftness of someone who had done this many times before.

Once the reconstruction was complete, Samyan reached over for the next part of her operation - cloth wrappings and tight leather clothing, which she used to dress her subject until all that showed was its bare, grinning face. That done, she lifted it gingerly and set it on one of the benches before resuming the process with the contents of the smaller sack. She would need to find masks before her work with these two was truly complete, but there would be more than enough time for that later.