Contrary to X's horror, Valdis laughed, taking the hilt and waving him away.

"Don't touch them," she scolded lightly, "You might lose some pieces."

She knelt down, dropping the hilt among the shards. The blade had broken so similarly to Genesis. Some large shards and some small, but none so tiny that they had vanished into the grass. She held out her hand, laying it on the largest shards like she had the bones on the Narrakra. Focus. Valdis closed her eyes, feeling the connections between the shards and picturing what it once looked like in her mind. The last was different from the events on board that ship, but perhaps it would help.

The wooden sword slowly began to reassemble itself.