[There's a sense of his caution there - the laden quiet before he answers, the soft tread of his voice when he does. She's torn between being pleased that he's being careful with her, gentle in a way that at least to her perception is unique her and Takeshi, and being disappointed. There's a part of her that wants it hardline: you're being an idiot, you're helpless now, what if there's another fire/more pirates/those creepy alligator-dog things and there's nobody around to carry you? You'll die, and it'll be because you were too scared to make an easy choice.

She hums - to herself, to him, to Hoi Hoi who looks up at the beckoning wiggle of her fingers and moves closer to drape himself warmly against their odd-numbered collection of legs. Her hands ground her. One against Netherlands, one buried in the bear's fur. It's about as safe as she ever feels, these days.]

I keep getting stuck in a loop. I don't want one of the prosthetics because it's weird to think about being wired up to something. And I don't want a cloned one because that just seems gross. But I know what I do want isn't an option, here.