The airship hummed with the gentle thrum of its engines, a constant, low vibration beneath your feet. Sunlight, filtered through the faint haze of the sky, streamed in through the deck's open hatches, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The vast expanse of the cerulean sky stretched out in every direction, dotted with the occasional fluffy cloud.

On the main deck, amidst coils of rope and stacks of cargo, Cendrillon was meticulously polishing a brass handrail, her movements precise and unyielding. The cloth in her hand worked in swift, circular motions, making the metal gleam under the sun. Her rebuilt form was pristine, a mirror image of her former self, but a careful observer might notice a faint, almost imperceptible tension in her shoulders.

Cendrillon straightened up, adjusting a loose strand of hair that wasn't actually hair, but a perfectly molded piece of her synthetic scalp. She held up the polished cloth, admiring her work.

"Just about done with this section, Captain! This rail is spotless enough to eat off of. We can't have anyone thinking the Grandcypher isn't the most well-maintained airship in the skies, especially with all the Rupies I need to earn."