"I'll adapt," agrees Curtis, peaceable, before stretching to kiss the crown of her head.

He watches her fingers move, following the glow like she's following the lightning-quick path of his nerves, and sighs, completely content. When she crosses the boundary of flesh to metal, he can feel the change: her touch feels duller on the lower half of his arm, like he's got a bandaged wrapped around it. But he can still feel her hand on a place that didn't exist until a few minutes ago.

This is goddamn incredible.

"Nah. No more pain."