Within minutes, it was as if there had never been any incision at all.  Only a little dried blood around the edges of the synthskin indicated that surgery had taken place.  The skin was smooth, lacking even friction ridges until real skin grew over it.  There were no nails, no claws - Lisle was more defenseless than before, but as the doctor's silken voice sifted over her mind, the need for defense was smoothed away.<br/><br/>"Ki'y," Lisle murmured, again stirring softly, but even more unconsciously than before.  The stubs pressed against the table, almost reminiscent of a cat's kneading, but she didn't feel them - not yet.  Not until fresh blood was able to sweep away the anesthetic that kept the paws from fully joining her awareness.<br/>