"Yeghs, ohk"<br/><br/>Mary brings her arms up in a hug squeezing through where the monk's hand should be...<br/><br/>she blinks<br/><br/>and squeezes again, it should be there, but isn't...<br/><br/>her small hands follow the empty cloth until she reaches his arm, and squeezes it gently to make sure it's really in there<br/><br/>the small honeycomb falls from her mouth with a plop<br/><br/>"Mister Zato?"