I let go of the hug, and Elena pointed at me, doubling over with laughter. "Now your face is covered in grease too, Big Sister!"
"Haha, let it be!" I wiped at my cheek, only to realize I was probably just smearing it more. I looked around the chaotic workshop she called a bedroom. "Now tell me, why is your room so dirty just to make something this beautiful? What are you even doing with all these scraps?"
"Oh, look at this..." Elena's eyes lit up with that specific 'inventor spark' that usually meant something was about to explode or change the world. She reached into a pile of dark metal and pulled out a long, heavy-looking chain, draping it into my hands. "See? It's lightweight, right?"
I lifted it, testing the weight. It felt surprisingly airy, like it was made of hollowed-out silk rather than iron. "Yeah... it is. What's it for?"
