She rested for the remainder of the day, playing her. songs over and over in the small area of brain available to her, letting the poisons of fatigue wash away.
Shadith reread the note, then pecked away at the sensor board, transferring the message onto a flake and routing it into a drone.
After a pause during which she recollected her strength, she called for a status report.
She would have closed her eyes, but she couldn’t. She might have held her breath, her hands might have been shaking. This didn’t happen. She gathered her forces, sent the release signal. The words on the screen vanished and two more appeared.