[ Silco is a wise man who knows better than to deprive Jinx of anything like a perfectly reasonable and good father figure, yep, he really earned that personalized mug on his desk... huh, guess she's gonna have to make him a new one, isn't she? --anyway,

his skin seems unblemished - at least, no more so than usual - and shows no signs of this appendage ever having been missing to begin with. it really is fascinating.

she isn't sure if this is a byproduct of being here or of the hazy, odd dream of a crystal rebirth, or the one in a seedling within the soil, but for some reason, she really doesn't doubt him. it isn't the kind of thing Silco would do, lie about this, and she's casting a glance beyond his shoulder to the Dryad still weeping sticky sap from its eye socket. ]

You want to give the salad with an attitude problem a hand?

[ ...okay, that sounds like a pun

and it kind of is,

but it's actually a legitimate question, too. ]

You're sure it'll really grow back? You only have two of these if you're wrong. [ you know.

in case he forgot how many hands he has, ]