Amora got up and went over to see how the odd contraption worked. She knew nothing of machines; truth be told, she didn't even know such technology existed! At least it looked easy enough to handle. She put her hand on the whirring machine, feeling the vibrations, when she felt Errol's clawed hand meet hers. Her face turned flushed, though she wasn't sure why.<br/><br/>Amora watched the machine for a while, seeing that horribly strong smelling powder pour out. The gray of the machine seemed to meld in with the background, like water colors. She blinked a few times, trying to restore her vision, but it didn't help. "Is crystalline... does it make you see things?" she asked, slight concern in her voice. She put a hand in front of her face; it looked like a blur. "Errol..."<br/><br/>Suddenly, she toppled into the machine, her whole body shaking from the working machine. She could feel her stomach cry out angrily; that brute of a slave driver preferred to only feed the humans that he liked. Amora took pity on the women who flung themselves at him just for a crust of bread. Her hands felt clammy, that terribly powder made her feel very ill, though that may have only been half of the reason.<br/><br/>"I'm fine..." she reassured, more to herself than to Errol, and made an attempt to stand up. It failed, and she took hold of the machine so she wouldn't collapse completely.