Sarah sat up, moving over beside Skye, and putting an arm around her lower back.<br/><br/>"What do they feel like?" she asked, brushing her hand under the feathers on Skye's wings, "my arms are better than flesh and blood, but they're still arms. I imagine it must be strange, growing up with nobody to tell you how to use them. Walking, talking, picking things up, everybody knows how to train their kids to do that. I never got a crash course in talking to the home computer, though, so I guess I can't say I don't know what the feeling is at all..."<br/><br/>She rested her head on Skye's shoulder, putting a hand on her leg, palm up as she opened and closed the black artificial hand. She'd always been glad for her gift, and it was a gift, never a curse, but it was tough. She might as well have had two brains and been told by the single-brained to figure it out.