She looked down at Kate, who was sorting through a basket of brushes, her movements overly deliberate. Celestia gave her an appraising look. While she hadn't seen the photographs which documented Kate's injuries, the castle physician had, and his ashen-faced descriptions had been plenty convincing enough for her to fill in the blanks. Even now she could see lingering effects. Kate appeared to be having trouble figuring out which hand to use to sort through the basket, and had to adjust her grip a couple of times. She'd occasionally brush her fingers across her right hand, as if to make sure that it was still there.