Shrekreh: *pouts as she stares down at her metal-encased hands. She then slowly wiggles about her fingers* Feels strange.. *releases a poignant whining noise* I want my hands.. Not this! *She then blinks as Deizano comes into the room. Blinking in confusion, she just blankly stares at the feather*
Raim: I know, but I can’t just make your cells regenerate. That’s.. well, for starters, not my specialty. Even our top biologists can’t manage something like that yet. *glances down at Deizano before giving the young raptor a friendly grin* What did you find?