It was awful to watch him react to the automail being reattached. As if he hadn't already gone through the pain of losing his limbs, now he had to endure an entirely new pain to get them back. Chuck knew that she was doing him a service, that he'd asked for her help and that she was giving it, but it still made her cringe.
"I'm sorry," she said, when she finally dared to pull her hands away, hoping that the arm was properly reattached. She'd very nearly let go when he'd moved in pain, but she was made of stronger stuff than that. She'd managed it, even if she felt a little bit as though she was torturing him. "Is it better now?"