"It's my magic fix all sleeve," AJ quipped. "Landed on my shoulder and shattered it into a million pieces and this little puppy put it back together again." She could see that flush, even against his dark skin. She decided it was a good look on him, and though she didn't admit it the reasoning was not just a little bit hooked in to the chaotic jumble of old feelings dredged up by her undifferentiated self.

Anyways, if she could tear chunks out of Algidus' clone, she could do her best to heal this one back up. She had to make amends somehow.

"Anyways, I'll see if anyone can make ankle covers out of those plates. I wouldn't mind having something to watch my back, but it seems like you're having trouble looking down on yourself." By this point, she was happy to start hefting and carrying as needed.