For a moment, the room fell into silence. Both Ankhur and Naeku needed a moment to process his words, but then it Naeku who reacted first.
"Really?!" she jumped up from her chair excitedly, now looking at Erik with shining eyes. Knowing the earlier deal she made with Elora regarding the shadowflame infection of her father, it should come as no surprise that she'd do nearly anything to help him recover his lost arm as well.
Erik grinned a little. He honestly liked this part of her. She was clearly loyal and would endure anything for those she loved. Of course, he hoped he'd be able to include himself in that one day…
Regardless, he held up his hand to slow her down a little. "Calm down, Naeku. I said sort of, remember? We can't actually regrow a lost arm… but we can replace it with something else."
Naeku's enthusiasm hardly diminished. "Like a prosthetic?!" she cried out, nearly bouncing around from joy, her toothy grin shining brightly.
