The arms by that point have constructed a fire - as she approaches one crushes a longer segment of wood in two, two others picking them up before they hit the ground and tossing them on the fire.
"I don't feel it much," he replies, wincing. He used to have manners. Then again, he used to be a real human, not a monster.
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"I don't feel it much," he replies, wincing. He used to have manners. Then again, he used to be a real human, not a monster.
"...Thank you."