The irony that he should be the one reassuring her does not escape her, and yet, that simple touch is as sweet as any kiss. His trust is a cherished gift right now. She lays the arm on the bed beside him, and carefully aligns it. Her hand lights on his bare chest, just needing to return that touch.
The prostheses is a perfect mirror of his right arm, sinking into the soft mattress with the same weight. As it gets closer, he can feel a tingle in his skin.
"Right, so. Take a few deep breaths. And when you're ready, touch the pendant and ask the device to attach."
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The prostheses is a perfect mirror of his right arm, sinking into the soft mattress with the same weight. As it gets closer, he can feel a tingle in his skin.
"Right, so. Take a few deep breaths. And when you're ready, touch the pendant and ask the device to attach."