[Ferran rubs the palm of his left hand, where most of the rest of the damage was done. Even if he's grateful he's come out of it in one piece thanks to the healing, it's still a little sore, and it's kind of terrifying to be faced with the idea of losing his dominant hand.]
Glass.
[He doesn't like the feeling of being looked at right now—he doesn't even know what it looks like yet—but he keeps himself from withdrawing further.]
The bear didn't even do anything. Just said I looked like I needed to cheer up, and put me on this slow ride.
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Glass.
[He doesn't like the feeling of being looked at right now—he doesn't even know what it looks like yet—but he keeps himself from withdrawing further.]
The bear didn't even do anything. Just said I looked like I needed to cheer up, and put me on this slow ride.