Northstar Vale Alepoú

It was a difficult subject, either way. Arsenio wondered if it was easier not to know. He could never imagine the loss of a limb. To see that Phox was able to hold himself up and go about his life was impressive. It spoke to his character, the Arche thought.

That is fine. Some memories do not need to be kept, he waved the subject away before circling back to it, still curious.

You do not suffer from it? Pains? I have known soldiers who have lost their legs. Some of them could feel it, still. The man’s blue eyes were piercing upon Phox. He felt morbid, wishing that he hadn’t worded his query in such a way. The man across from him likely felt pressured. I ask only so that Meadow might assist in treatments, he assured the other man with a toothy grin.