"Yes, ma'am!"

Collecting samples is easy enough, she knows a signet for preserving the magical energy of a gathered material. This isn't necessary for all magically imbued materials harvested from monsters, some take centuries to lose whatever magical properties they have, and some never do. For a set of research samples, though, it's highly recommended to preserve them like she's doing. Where 'highly recommended' means, 'if she didn't with research samples in Orr, some specialist would be highly inclined to personally kill her.' She suspects it's the same way with the asura, and she does not want to die today.

Because she's a professional, she also collects samples of the more ordinary destroyers, for comparison. Taimi probably already has some samples of these, but it's important to establish something that at least resembles a control. She also carefully attaches little labels to each sample as she goes, so Taimi will have less to sort through, and more to go off of. Here is the span of time between monster death and sample harvest, here are the flavors of magic she spotted already present, here is what magic they were killed with in case cross contamination occurred during the killing, and here is the location they were acquired. She'll also write up notes on the specific preservation signet she used, in case that's relevant, but that'll come after the gross bit where she runs around prying organs out of dead things.

She's very efficient about it. One might get the impression that she has practice gathering research samples. What with having been a professional nerd in the ancient nerd capital of magic and religion. Funny how that works.

"Done," she pronounces, once all samples have been gathered and properly labeled.

James is still focused on that golem, his tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth, a concentrated furrow of his brows decorating a face not covered by the mask.

Adorable.

"Would you like help?" she offers, amused.

"No! I can do it! I'm almost done!" he calls without looking up from his work. His Flesh Golem is just standing around, being useless.

She giggles. Gods (that she reminds herself she doesn't worship anymore) he's cute.

Since he's busy, she can just get to writing a report to Taimi on the preservation signet she used. There are subtly different ways to preserve magical monster bits, and it's important to provide documentation in case the information becomes relevant. ... While she writes, something occurs to her.

"Did you standardize preservation signets in the past couple of centuries? I pushed for it for years, but no one wanted to commit, it was terribly annoying."

"Wha?"

"Preservation signets. You know, for keeping the samples from dissipating important magical data. I suppose you might use something else instead?"

"I don't think I've ever used anything like that—aha! So this is not a way to fix the golem! The more you know."

She suppresses another giggle. He's so cute when he's trying to live up to unfair standards set by an arrogant researcher that thinks that just because he knows a field like the back of his hand, others will too.

"Well, I suppose I'll just write a very thorough report, then." She eyes his efforts fixing the golem, then decides to weigh in. "You can do it, darling, you're brilliant and I believe in you. You are overcoming adversity because you had a different educational background than an asuran progeny, and this proves that you are both very smart and very good at adapting to new systems."

"Exactly!" he says, raising a fist. "Come here give me a kiss before you continue writing the very thorough report."

"Certainly," she agrees with a smile. Here is the kiss he asked for!

He grins at her, pauses, then says, "Hmmm," and turns back to the golem. "Aha, yes, this should work..."

She smiles fondly at him, then sits down to finish writing her very thorough report.

A few minutes later, the golem starts emitting light.

She looks up from her report and beams at him.

"See, there you are."

"I am! It doesn't float yet, though—hey, golem, do you talk? Do you know how to make yourself float?"

    "—THIS—UNIT—IS—CAPABLE—OF—SPEECH. REPAIR—MODULE—L-L-L-LOADING—STARTED. PLEASE—HOLD."

Vetareh studiously does not start interrogating the golem for how it can know which parts need repair and how it can figure out how to fix itself. She considers this an impressive achievement.

Back to report writing!

"Is it cheating if I ask the golem to—oh, sorry, I won't interrupt you."

"I don't mind, I've written these kinds of reports about three dozen times. It is only cheating if you think it is cheating."

"I found my way to here, I would probably have figured the rest out, so I'll count this as a success."

"I agree! You did great, and have every reason to be proud."

He grins.

    "REPAIR—MODULE—LOADED. PREPARE—FOR—FUN—AND—LEARNING."

"I'm prepared!"

And the golem starts explaining how to finish being repaired.

Oh, it has a course on how to repair golems! That is much more intelligible than the earlier thing. Wait, no, she's not supposed to be paying attention to the golem.

Instead, Vetareh hyper focuses on her report. It will be a thing of beauty. Taimi will be so pleased with it that she won't even be inclined to complain too much if there is a standardized signet. If there isn't, eh, she'll keep using this signet and won't have to write another one of these ever again. If the world has forgotten that this is a thing, then she will expand upon this report, publish, and become ridiculously wealthy. No matter which way it goes, she wins.

And eventually the golem is fixed and floating and ready to hustle.

"Alright, princess, I'm done here."