Joey stared down into his drink, his own reflection shimmering in the amber liquid, a mirror to his turbulent thoughts. He deliberately tuned out Arthur's words, creating an awkward silence that hung heavily in the air. Arthur let out an exasperated sigh, realizing that Joey was grappling with the weight of something profound. Unbeknownst to Arthur, that dream had shattered Joey's world, exposing truths he hadn't been prepared to face.
"Koby," Arthur addressed the mage, his energy brimming, "How's your mobility? Have you adapted to your new way of life?"
Koby chuckled, scratching his nose self-consciously. "I still forget sometimes and reach for things with my missing arm. It'll take a while to get used to, but as long as I can still fight and read, it's not all that different."
