Ismat didn't put up any resistance, alrough she violently shook, as if a large splinter was being removed.

Afterwards, with the monolith in Tahira's grasp, the lithe thing just continued staring at her own empty hands, wide eyed.

They felt... infected somehow. Tarnished. Wrong.

"...Ah... It's... T-t-tah.... It doesn't..." Vague, hushed sounds were made, and little else. "...I-it was... n-n-nothing.... of c-......"