Markus seemed to get it, and she let her smile soften a bit, appreciative. He let himself look at her arm, and Dune followed suit, lifting her slung elbow a little away from her body. Although she didn’t need it, she wore it comfortably, used to having it strapped on from her first injury. The only difference was that she kept her fingers tucked away and out of sight, so far.
As Markus wished her well, she laughed softly. She dropped her elbow. “Ah…” she began, her smile going wry. She appreciated his good intentions, enough to clarify it. “I was discharged a few years ago. I lost the arm recently and well- I’m getting used to a replacement, I suppose.” Which was a fairly basic way to describe having the whole thing burned off by a curse, but how did one even start explaining that? In public even?
Ahead, the Groovy Burger’s sign burned against the evening sky, a beacon for the hungry promising greasy heaping portions.
As Markus wished her well, she laughed softly. She dropped her elbow. “Ah…” she began, her smile going wry. She appreciated his good intentions, enough to clarify it. “I was discharged a few years ago. I lost the arm recently and well- I’m getting used to a replacement, I suppose.” Which was a fairly basic way to describe having the whole thing burned off by a curse, but how did one even start explaining that? In public even?
Ahead, the Groovy Burger’s sign burned against the evening sky, a beacon for the hungry promising greasy heaping portions.