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As Saurous speaks, Moon Called's expression gradually shifts from confusion to dull fear. Eventually, she just stops listening to Saurous' explanation, her mind drifting into a myriad of scared thoughts.

What if he can't fix it?
It might have to come off.
She couldn't lose her arm. She would be useless with just one arm. She couldn't be useless.
He looks so tired.
Can't be useless.
It'd take too long to regenerate.
Can't be dead weight.
I'm scared.
Can't fight with one arm. Can't do anything with one arm.

The ice elf shakes her head sharply, pulling her focus to the here and now. She looks up at Saurous, doing her best to look calm and not doing well at it.
"Alright." She says. "What are our other options?"