"I'm well Draco. The arm is doing great. Field tested the arm blades and it still works like a dream. Though I could use a buffer. I think I saw some smudges a few days back and I ran out of the good buffer I usually use." Fenrir stated, the group entered as he talked and he met the Timekeeper Dragom. Once again Draco's past life cropped up, confusing the group even more as they followed Almsir to the room where the sands were stored,<br/><br/>"By the gods, the sands of time." Cain marveled as Natsu picked up Draco and pointed out the obvious point of it. Cain sighed. "So that means you volunteer?"<br/><br/>"No! I don't want to turn into an old man or a baby!" Natsu exclaimed. "Why not you?!"<br/><br/>Whilst the two argued Fenrir sighed and shook his head and took one of the smaller jars with his silver arm and opened it and filled it using said artificial hand using his flesh hand to only close the smaller jar. "There, I didn't touch it with my bare hand, as I only have the one." Fenrir stated. "But you probably might want to let me hold it, I think the hand of the arm has weathered a bit, I can't seem to let go of the jar."<br/><br/>"What?!" Cain stated. He felt like his half brother still the thunder to impress Draco when she returned to her normal self, but Fenrir rolled his eyes and got the jar out of his silver hand.<br/><br/>"I've done this for Ultear. So she could actually live her life." Fenrir explained. "And also it was logical that I get them out. I'm sure Draco can bill me for repairs."