[ The thing is he's pretty sure whoever did that to her, to her feet, is already dead, so there won't be any making sure they can't do it to anyone else again. Any role he could have possibly had there is over before it could begin; now all there is is making sure she stays safe for as long as they inhabit the same world. Until she grows up, is better able to see to her needs — and maybe even then.

Not like Amos hasn't known anyone disabled before. Mobility's a new one for him, but. Either way. His worries are somewhat eased at knowing that she at least knows how to shield herself; it's just less the whole... potentially inviting unnecessary danger on herself by being so upfront about where her shard is thing.

The rest of the road ahead is clear, the hospital mercifully untouched from this side. It gives him the opportunity to look at her again — no smile on his face, but a muted sort of fondness anyway. A warmth, because she's a kid, because it really shows in her voice at that last question, and because he wants this for her. ]

Sometimes, yeah. Springstar's got more selection, but they're probably a lot cheaper and more prone to falling apart. Here there'll probably be a stall in the markets that'll have some good ones. Or if not, there'll be someone we could commission to make a pair for you. [ Well, technically, it should probably be Sebastian doing any commissioning, but... yeah he's simple enough when it comes to child welfare that Amos would pay out of his own pocket if she needed him to. ] It's not like you gotta cut out handshakes altogether if you don't want to. You could just use your other hand. Or wait until you got gloves.

[ A beat, as they come up to the hospital's entrance; the calm outside before the storm that's surely waiting for them inside. ]

I just don't want to see you get hurt is all.

[ It really is that simple. ]