Sarah smiled back, knowing that a smile was probably a good sign. She stood up, walking back around the counter and back into the kitchen.<br/><br/>"Anything else I can get you?" she asked, outing away her own bowl, and taking a drink of milk. She had a feeling that telling Skye about her arms was probably a necessity, but Sarah had never shown them to anyone outside of her room. They were her best kept secret. She imagined that Skye would understand, at least partly. Skye had wings, and Sarah had arms, where she'd lost her own.