However, he could actually feel it now. He felt the press of the clothes against his skin, could feel the heat or the cold, could even feel the blood pumping in his arm again. Of course, he knew it had never stopped—if nothing else, he had heard it during his hungrier days. He never realised how much the sheer deadness of his arm had bothered him, probably because he had been working so hard to put it out of his mind.