"It is, yeah. But there was a lot of damage," Tom said, more than used to how advanced it all was, and trying hard to hold back a yawn. He failed.
"Excuse me, sorry, I haven't slept. I do the exercises that I'm supposed to. My gloves are charmed to act as either ice packs or heat packs depending on what's needed at the time, and they're providing some support. Normally, I'm okay, I can cope with the pain, but these last few days haven't been good. My wrists are the worst at the moment. Do I need to keep my hands on the table now?"