Hella looks down at her hand, flexes and turns it, brings it up closer to her face and wiggles her fingers. The action feels foreign, when she focuses so much on it. Like she can feel something heavier than bone beneath her skin, and it resists the motion. (Hella's fine with her new arms, really, but a little reassurance never hurts.)

Valence and Broun have a casual thing going. Strictly casual, of course.