:Tsh. Neither do I, still-warm, that doesn't make you special,: Need says, both caustic and amused. Imagine thinking less than a year is a long time. :Hands are a useful metaphor in my line of work. You still remember yours, be thankful for that.:

She doesn't remember hers in detail. That they were large and brown and had lost much of her old strength by the end, yes, with arthritis in her joints, and yes, that they were worn from her career as a fighter and then a mage-smith. Not which fingertip was missing and if that was actually on her right hand, not the way the loosened, less elastic skin set, not the number and placement of scars, not if her nails had been clean or stained.

Regardless the metaphor of her hand is cool and hard with calluses, and very sure. For the theatrics of it, Need exerts a mild influence on the nerves in the back of Camilla's hand, just a sunlight-touch of heat and pressure as if something really is there. She also ensures that as she passes Palamedes' voice along it seems to be coming more from the left.

She can handle it if the girl's response is to drop or throw the sword, but it's going to prolong things.