Automail she didn't understand, but prosthetic she figured out quickly enough. The context of their talk gave her an icy chill in her stomach as she looked at his arm with widened eyes and more than a little bit of alarm. "That has replaced your arm?" she said, almost breathlessly. "I am shocked that metal could work that well as a replacement. There are old legends from far away lands of a man with a silver hand, but it was not like that I imagine."

She shook her head. "This happened because you attempted something you should not have? It seems all powers like these come with a grave risk to the unwise."