Dune nodded, eyes skating across the workbench he'd picked, before her attention was drawn to the amulet he looped around his neck. As he smoothly guided her to take a seat, she wondered at its purpose. His focus, perhaps? She'd heard that arcanists often had preferences.
Regardless, she obediently perched herself on it. “Sure,” she said without hesitation, a soldier accustomed to taking direction. It was a habit she was letting herself fall back on, when the thought of showing a stranger her cursed limb still made her stomach clench.
The velcro ripped as she unfastened the straps on the sling, shifting her shoulder to loosen them enough to pull it off over her head. With a little sigh, she unfurled the arm, and stretched it out to her side, rolling her shoulder. With her button down on, just her gunmetal-gray hand was visible, hints of gold glinting at the knuckles and finger joints. The stretch felt good, although she wasn't sure the metal could get cramped. Was that in her head?
After a moment, she started undoing her button-down, so she could show him the entire limb. “I wouldn't touch it if you've got your phone on you,” she warned, deftly undoing each button to reveal her white undershirt. “Sometimes the curse makes electronics go a little haywire.”
Regardless, she obediently perched herself on it. “Sure,” she said without hesitation, a soldier accustomed to taking direction. It was a habit she was letting herself fall back on, when the thought of showing a stranger her cursed limb still made her stomach clench.
The velcro ripped as she unfastened the straps on the sling, shifting her shoulder to loosen them enough to pull it off over her head. With a little sigh, she unfurled the arm, and stretched it out to her side, rolling her shoulder. With her button down on, just her gunmetal-gray hand was visible, hints of gold glinting at the knuckles and finger joints. The stretch felt good, although she wasn't sure the metal could get cramped. Was that in her head?
After a moment, she started undoing her button-down, so she could show him the entire limb. “I wouldn't touch it if you've got your phone on you,” she warned, deftly undoing each button to reveal her white undershirt. “Sometimes the curse makes electronics go a little haywire.”