Merlan concentrates and her fingers weave in red and gold light before she settles the net over his metal arm with a pleasant hum of notes and words. It winds and sinks into the metal but does not change.
"There. Give it a try and think of your arm as it was before. It will take that image, the feel of it and apply it properly."
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"There. Give it a try and think of your arm as it was before. It will take that image, the feel of it and apply it properly."