At the slightest touch, Savis lashed out at others. Her undead condition did not endear her to flesh, but the bite of words was a sting she enjoyed immensely. Being offered compensation for pieces of her body, however, amused the Nuit greatly. Madeira Craven was eager to indulge herself, to carry herself into research with muted inhibitions. To Savis Maren, such dedication opened realms of possibility. The Nuit's mind whirled beneath her carefully assembled expression. Already, she'd shown too much of her hand. Savis Maren wasn't inclined to believe that Madeira Craven showed her entire hand. But, she showed more than enough. The undead followed the woman, paying little mind to the awkward motions the parasitic creature that dwelled within her imposed. She followed behind Madeira and watched the door crack open without any kind of participation on the Spiritist's part.
Savis Maren's silver eyes widened as she tilted her head. The words spoken were akin to reprimanding a child, and the Nuit was curious to experience what she might be speaking to. While Madeira Craven closed the door and engaged in opening it anew, Savis Maren allowed the djed within her to materialize in eager pursuit in learning exactly what this Architectrix she referred to consisted of. This magic she'd never heard of before, and aside from the context the name itself provided, there was little she'd come to learn without some kind of indulgence. Djed welled into the silver eyes, giving new life to them as they turned brighter with the Nuit's indulgence. Pleasure coursed through her spine, lips curving into a smile before she muted her visage consciously. As the door opened again, Savis Maren bore witness to the burgeoning aura that welled within the structure. The door's handle, in particular, bore a twisting smoke about it, a shift from the two manipulations so recently placed upon it. Savis Maren felt the barest wisps of contentment arise from the structure, a notion that both intrigued and irritated the Nuit.
... What? she mused inwardly but she was all but forced to let a very unsettling train of thought go. In truth Savis was glad to see it leave. Instead, she allowed those silver eyes to drift the length of the room. The Sight did not fully diminish from her gaze but was used to augment her perceptions. The sixteen-point star came to mind, first. The texturization of the engraving came to her senses as Savis Maren's mind was thrown back to the halls of Sahova. There was a brief flash to vague historical writings she'd perused...
"Alahea..." she mused aloud, her lips curved into a wide smile as she perused the remainder of the lab. Slowly, her eyes returned to normalcy, the djed wilting from those silver pools before she looked back towards Madeira Craven. It was clear, by the show she was making of giving a tour, of wanting to open the door herself... this was something the Spiritist dreamed of. A realization came to light and in truth, it was but a sliver of what Savis Maren wanted for herself.
"This is... passable," she began, allowing her gaze to flicker about once again before she stepped forward. Shadows danced along the floor as she moved closer to the flame. Savis Maren hardly felt the heat against her decaying flesh, but she relished in the atmosphere of the place for a moment longer before she elaborated.
"The accommodations in place are admirable, but this is clearly a space you've recently acquired. Perhaps, Madeira Craven, I can enlighten you. The isle of Sahova possesses arcane laboratories of a similar scale, small and... cozy. The rest are cold and desolate, with more practical circles engraved into the floor. For example, my master on Sahova prepared a sanctum for my trade. The twin circles of Animation were carved into the ground, making it easier to get straight into the workings of the magic. Perhaps, you'd like a demonstration?" she mused, cutting off her observations in an effort to allude to improvements. Savis Maren was adamant on keeping the eagerness from her expression. This place... held such promise, such untapped potential, from the flames that spawned themselves to the ample space available to engage in practice.
"Of my abilities, that is," Savis clarified, a smile set upon her features. The Nuit's backpack, more of a large satchel, fell to the ground. Djed shifted within Savis, a breath-like shudder traversed her flesh. Savis Maren willed for her djed to pour into the crevices that existed between astral body and the physical. She broadened the crevices. The Nuit wound her djed about the disconnected astral limb, re-forming connections before stretching out her astral hand. Two kits lay within the undead's satchel, and Savis gripped at the smaller of the two and pulled her paints from the bag. Laughter gripped at the Nuit's throat, pouring from her lips in a quick, but elated succession. Is Madeira Craven agreed to a demonstration, Savis turned to face her with a coy grin set upon her lips. The Nuit passed her painter's kit to her physical hand before throwing her astral back into the satchel. In that arm, she gripped the Voice Box, providing Madeira Craven with two options.
"I can show you something I've already made," she began, folding her astral limb into her physical. The procedure took time, with Savis withholding speech in order to ensure a safe attachment. Physical fingers gripped at the Voice Box as she continued,
"Or we can figure out something here."