"Toast on the go, mmm. Needs jam dispenser," she pretended to consider it and then laughed again, her fingers resting on his prosthesis as she winked. "We'll clean it, coat it, and test it." Her hair shifted in the breeze and jasmine and blackberry scent caught the air. She debates for a moment. "I can cloth it in illusion, make it look like an arm again, if you want me to do so. Easier if you don't want folks staring. A simple trigger word will decloak it for you."

She noticed how he had been covering it before as if he didn't want it to catch the light and offered the simple enchantment.