Oh, nothing's happened to them—at least, not an accident, or any of that sort of thing. I had them replaced several decades ago, when my mechadendrites were installed. Sacrificing flexibility for strength couldn't be helped.
[she regards the bath Kohran's dipped her legs into thoughtfully. Having already had a bath, and thus been through the whole soaping-down routine, Felicia doesn't bother heading over to the little washing-stations; she tugs the knot out of her belt and begins to shrug off her yukata. She's wearing a sort of loose, charcoal gray halter-style shift underneath, but she's plainly completely human—at least, in front, with her robe still concealing her back.]