[Maketh waits while he inspects the tools, hoping that they will do the job. What little she knows of armor won't be useful here - too much time has passed, and the technology is vastly different. But she can, if needed, operate a blow torch. That ought to be something.] Better. My shoulder is as good as it ever was.
[More or less. It scarred and she's stiff sometimes, but it's better than she could have hoped for.
She hesitates.] Newt is gone.
[After what happened with Dorian, it hadn't been as shocking as it might have been. But it still happened.]
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[More or less. It scarred and she's stiff sometimes, but it's better than she could have hoped for.
She hesitates.] Newt is gone.
[After what happened with Dorian, it hadn't been as shocking as it might have been. But it still happened.]