He doesn't quite gape— that would be unbecoming— but his palm does twitch under hers, as though debating whether or not its safe to linger. The solidness and the steady beat of its magic clue him in to the fact that yes, this arm is very much real, as unbelievable and almost eerie as it is.
(Despite his disclaimer, yes, he'd love to see how it works, would want to dig beneath that surface and make sense of it in the only way he knows how— but not today.) ]
...It's stunning.
[ Is what he manages after a beat of silence, after he feels a bead of sweat trickle down his back. The world can surprise him, yet. ]
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He doesn't quite gape— that would be unbecoming— but his palm does twitch under hers, as though debating whether or not its safe to linger. The solidness and the steady beat of its magic clue him in to the fact that yes, this arm is very much real, as unbelievable and almost eerie as it is.
(Despite his disclaimer, yes, he'd love to see how it works, would want to dig beneath that surface and make sense of it in the only way he knows how— but not today.) ]
...It's stunning.
[ Is what he manages after a beat of silence, after he feels a bead of sweat trickle down his back. The world can surprise him, yet. ]
A shame you have to hide it.