The already irritated Lightning Kirin glowered at Circe, not only was her grooming interrupted, a sacred ritual to Archimedes who made sure her does were always spotless and vibrant, but her endless failures and deep shame were about to be rubbed in her face instead.
Circe face changed when she noticed the literal storm cloud beginning to grow over Archimedes and pushed both her hands forward in a placating gesture, dismissing the storm that if left unchecked would tear this cave apart and quickly speaking before things got worse,
"Don't take it the wrong way Archie, I have just learned that your racial talent does not only mean resurrection, but also the increase of your talents and power base every time you resurrect, and I wondered…" Circe stopped talking when she noticed the expression on the face of Archimedes began to change, from one of anger to grief and finally helplessness.