Shimmer looks at Syrlya, tilting her head a little. She seems confused.

"Others from the Summerlands?" she repeats. "No one here is from the Summerlands. Gild is a rogue fae, and I'm from the caravan."

Then she looks back to Rita as she sets the machine to start closing up her implant.

"I'm sure he wouldn't use that word, but I believe 'brother' is the laymen term. They were created during the same ritual, by the same makers. Or so Gild told me. I'm surprised she never told you."