Curtis nods. He bows his head, closes his eyes to keep his focus.

The pressure on Dejah's hands increases -- unevenly at first, his left hand overcompensating for the dulled feedback, but soon it levels out into a steady, firm grip. He sketches small circles with his right thumb, studying the texture of Dejah's skin, then mimics the motion with his left thumb.

"Huh," he says after a moment, softly pleased.

She's right. Already, his new hand's picking up on details it missed the first time around.