He followed eagerly, glad he had switched his arm.<br/><br/>He woke up the next morning, and the only part of him that DIDN'T hurt was the fake arm. He rolled over, checking to see if Wilding had hung around, though he doubted it, before limping toward the shower. He was a sticky mess, having performed reasonably well, he thought, though he would find out by her attitude toward him. Sadly, he wasn't going to have time for it, today he needed to be free to deal with the Fae lawyer. And then he was likely to get dragged off by Grandma for another beating. Assuming they had let her stay around.<br/><br/>(Physique 3)