The words doubting her abilities to protect Vernique and Solver even with an artificial arm, magical or technological, died on the tip of her tongue and weren't given voice. Svalin didn't want her wife to worry and she didn't want anyone to hear her own doubts and loss of confidence.
"Mayhap," she said. Her arm hurt, but Svalin put on a good face and didn't show it. She didn't like keeping these thoughts and knowledge of the pain away from her wife, but Svalin wasn't going to worry her about anything.
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