[Wylan is still getting used to people saying thank you when it comes to things like this. He winces at the handling of his arm, wanting nothing more than to take his wrist back and try to do it all himself.]
It feels as if my entire arm is dipped in molten metal.
[So, maybe a bit of an overstatement, but he's never broken bones until he arrived here. He has no frame of reference for the pain other than routine beatings as a child.]
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It feels as if my entire arm is dipped in molten metal.
[So, maybe a bit of an overstatement, but he's never broken bones until he arrived here. He has no frame of reference for the pain other than routine beatings as a child.]