Ikora, contemplating a report, looks up at the sound of your approach.

"There was an artifact of the Taken King himself at the center of Rhulk's vaults. The tool with which Oryx carved the Tablets of Ruin."

"Containment is key here. We cannot allow anyone into that vault. Not the Hive, not the Dread, and certainly not Savathûn herself."

"As dangerous as it is, there's power in it we may be able to use. Rhulk forged a connection between the Chisel and his own ship. Affecting the one may affect the other—or so my Hidden have suggested."

Ikora hands over the report she was studying.

"If you can glean anything else from Rhulk's ship, do. And please be assured that nobody unauthorized will be getting in anytime soon: the Hidden are setting up a perimeter as we speak."

"Well done, Guardian. The Vanguard's faith in you has never yet been misplaced. And if I may say… thank you for coming home safe."

Her smile is one of warmth and relief—but most of all, of pride.