The pillow smacked me dead in the face.
I didn't react. Not even a flinch.
Honestly? I deserved that.
As the fabric slid off my face and landed on the floor, I let out a slow exhale, bracing myself. Camille had her arms crossed, an expectant glare locked onto me. Sienna, while slightly less aggressive, had the same expression—the kind that told me I needed to start talking. Immediately.
I ran a hand down my face. "Okay. Right. Explaining. That's... fair."
Camille arched a brow. "Go on."
I sighed, finally sitting down on the couch. "Alright. So, you both know that my newest job as an astronaut is ranked at C, right?"
They nodded.
"Well... normally I get skills every time I get a new job, but this time, my Instinct had stopped me from gaining any."
Sienna tilted her head. "Instinct?"