Ah, well, it was a while ago, and frankly it's easier to laugh about it now.

[ Sometimes one has to laugh so as to keep from crying, but in Winter's case, it's more that he's made some measure of peace with that day. The man who did it to him is long dead and gone, never to harm him or anyone else again. ]

I'm not in any pain, no. I frankly don't know what my patron did to me that day to seal my wound and save my life, but some of them mixed with some of me, and now here I am with a whole set of new arms.

[ The tendril around her wrist wriggles a little. ]