"Ah, there's just something about the way the old woman makes them," Tyler sighed, flexing the spare leg Pinako had given him. He flexed the foot of the simple prosthetic, no doubt reveling in being able to us his leg without pain anymore. The new port had been attached the day before, and Pinako had dubbed his injury stable enough to walk on, as long as he didn't try to run or anything. The swelling had gone down drastically, and while the nasty bruise was still a deep purple in the center, the edges were receding. Tyler was finally on his way to being one hundred percent again.
I smiled from my lazy position against the side of the Rockbell house. The sun was against us, keeping the mild winter wind at bay and I was thoroughly enjoying the moment of peace.
"Still, I can't help but thin
