-Her stump emerges, except it's not a stump anymore-
-It's a hand-
-A white, glossy hand, the same texture as the tile-
-She clenches it, experimentally-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?... I can control it. The warp. Memories and experiences shape it. People, places, objects. If I focus, and I stay strong, I can do anything.
-She gently reaches out to Adelina with her new fake hand-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-She touches her hand-
-It's cold and smooth and solid, and yet she can move it as if it were a normal hand-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?And I did it.
-Just feels the need to say that to herself-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-She opens her mouth, then shuts it, nodding-
Maybe I should... wear something over it. So nobody gets shocked.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Maybe. But I'd feel better if not everyone stared.
-She gets up-
Thank you for trusting me.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

Trust me.
This is my home. Home is safe. I will focus and remember and I will make it safe.
-She starts to pull her wrist back out-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?