Shrekreh: *blinks, for she is still half-sleep. However, she promptly stares up at Raim as he begins to adjust the fit of the gloves* What are these? What’s going on?
Raim: Ah, remaining calm, that’s good. *bobs his head in appreciation* These, my child, are going to be your new hands, so to speak. You see… The previous set that I gave you- How should I put this? They seared into your flesh and damaged several tissues, especially your nerve and muscle tissue. So, these here. *he taps the metal gloves* Are going to be your new muscles and nervous system.
Shrekreh: *stares at the gloves* But… I want my hands.