[Accidental Video]
[It's later in the afternoon, and the feed begins with gray fingers retreating, a small part dangling between them. The rest of Equius comes into view, the young troll sitting on his sleep square, a pair of goggles settled in his lap. He places the part in a small black box, then pokes his soldering iron around to secure it in place.]
[Tavros is lying on the bed beside him, shirt off, sleeping peacefully on his back, hands folded over his stomach. His chest and left shoulder is wrapped in bandages, only the faintest traces of coppery orange seeping through.]
[Equius pauses his work to glance down at the other troll, sighing softly, before reaching up for a new part. As his fingers pass by the lens of the camera, the feed shuts off]
[Tavros is lying on the bed beside him, shirt off, sleeping peacefully on his back, hands folded over his stomach. His chest and left shoulder is wrapped in bandages, only the faintest traces of coppery orange seeping through.]
[Equius pauses his work to glance down at the other troll, sighing softly, before reaching up for a new part. As his fingers pass by the lens of the camera, the feed shuts off]