Iuchi Rinzuki arrived a bit earlier than usual this morning, and set a small clay pot she was carrying down on the floor, making sure not to spill any of the liquid inside. She then prepared a
quick prayer to bless the room, and took the clay pot into her lap as she sat down on the surgery table.
As a small tentacle creeps out from the pot, she reaches down to run her fingers along its length, grinning as the tentacle curls up around her wrist.