[OOC: Sorry I didn’t tag yesterday. I had some work to do and then I had to go out of town and didn’t get back until late at night.]
Meg frowned and nodded. It sounded like such a terrible thing, losing one’s hand. And of course this place would find a way to give it back to him via magic. It seemed like anything was possible. There were vampires and witches. If someone couldn’t get a limb back via magic it would feel like the magic of this place had cheated them. It wouldn’t be fair. If vampires could gain their fangs back then an amputee had better get their limb back.
Raising her cup to her lips, Meg took a tiny sip and let the cup linger there as she took in a good sniff of the wonderful cinnamon and clove scent. She set it down just as Wendy began to talk about a reanimation specialist. Well, that was an occupation Meg hadn’t realized was a real thing. “Strange, but I guess a person shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth.” She shrugged with a tiny smile. “And I guess that’s not the kind of thing you could look up on the internet.”
Meg frowned a little. “I can only imagine what that must be like, constantly seeing his tormentor. I only know one person from my dreams and that’s my friend Christine. Obviously we have a good relationship in and out of dreams.” She set down her cup and dunked another corner of her scone in the tea. “Why on earth would he cut off his hand like that, anyway?