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Teresa comes into the bar from the outside, her expression more mildly neutral than smiling for once. She looks like she's been fighting - who doesn't? - but most of that is on her uniform, which is riddled with holes of various sizes over what appears to be intact skin.

All except her left arm, which is missing. The stump below her shoulder having healed up cleanly

She pauses at the door, and glances around the place, thoughtfully, and marginally disappointed.

She can't see it in here, either.

[OOC: This is BECCA'S FAULT. But please feel free to have your character find Teresa's arm and return it to0 her. She'd appreciate it.]

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Things that are not table legs, even when they ended up in that pile from someone's cleaning: This arm.

Poke. Poke.

(Thank goodness that all this scrapped furniture provides convenient ways to prod things without using your hands.)

Teresa sees the arm almost immediately - she's looking for it, after all - and wastes no time covering the distance over there.

"Excuse me," she says.

And when a woman in silver and grey armor with only one arm is asking your attention, it's probably obvious what she wants.

"Oh! Um. Is this yours?"

They both look surprising well if that is the case.

Mildly, "yes."

The arm itself isn't in the best condition. It's started to smell, for one thing, and it's not the appropriate colour for healthy flesh - especially given that Teresa's own flesh is chalk white and this... isn't

"Can I have it back?"

Instead of putting her hand out for it, though, she draws the giant claymore on her back.

Most of Ako's issues involve blood rather than dead tissue of any sort. Still, that's a huge sword.

"Meep!" meeps Ako as she gets out of the way and nods.

Then.... we apologise for what happens next.

With a swift movement that's a blur to the naked eye, Teresa swings the sword around to her left, slicing off the very end of her healed stump, enough to open an artery again, before sheathing her sword again on her back.

Then with blood gushing out of her stump, she takes the dead arm and holds it in place.

The tiniest sound that sounds something like biki, and Teresa's silver eyes glow golden.

And the division between dead and living flesh blurs.

Ako is mostly just breathing and frozen in place.

Deep, rapid breaths and wide eyes.

She'll unlock eventually and go for a mop. Or throw up. One of the two.

Teresa stands there, head slightly tilted, watching Ako curiously through eyes that are still gold.

She very rarely draws on even this much of her yoma energy, so if she has a slightly glazed expression, it's because she's going through the process of trying to use her normal senses while there's the equivalent of a flashlight being shone in her eyes.

Life begins to flow down her arm again, flesh springing back to life and reforming. After a few seconds, she can even let go with her other hand.

"You don't look well," she observes.

It's the glow, even with everything else, that kept Ako in place long enough to have the arm heal and not trying to find, somewhere, something to deal with the fact that that was arterial blood. The number of situations where you want blood flow like that is stupidly small.

"Blood," she manages eventually, "I don't deal well wi-with blood."

When Teresa is able to move the fingers of her hand, she suppresses her power again - the outside indication of which is her eyes returning gently to silver.

The rest of the healing can happen over time. There's no hurry.

"Why not?"

She - doesn't really understand that.

Ako shakes her head.

"Just. Don't."

"Hnh."

Teresa doesn't know what to do with that, so she treats it as unimportant.

"I've stopped bleeding now, anyway."

"That's... that's good."

Right?

We'd assume so.

"Thank you for finding my arm."

Wait, is that all, Teresa? She's not sure what humans do in this situation.

"...should I be offering compensation?"

"I. I don't think so."

This has never come u pin etiquette lessons here either Teresa!

"Oh."

And she smiles faintly. That's a relief, because she also has to figure out how to replace her ruined uniform, and she has no source of income.

"Then thank you."

She nods, and starts to turn, apparently finished here.

(Conversation. She'll understand one day)

And a while after that Ako goes and gets a mop.

Leaving blood out like that on the floor is asking for trouble.

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