[He tilts his head as she frowns, but when she finally opens her eyes again, he can't help but be a tiny bit disappointed too, even though he wasn't sure what he'd been expecting. But that's not fair to Anila, who at the very least had intended to be of some assistance.

Donnie shakes his head, pulling his arm back as he lets the sleeve fall back over his wrist.]

There's nothing to apologize for. She's not very forthcoming most of the time.

[He looks at his hand again, flexing his fingers. All the earlier emotions have dampened again, condensed into a ball, too exhausted to make any one or the other more obvious.]

...every time I use them, and it's something beyond the power already available, it takes a little more of my body. They started out up to my elbows, but they didn't actually take my arms until I saved Anemone. Only recently did I lose the rest of them.

[There's... a sadness there. An ache for that loss, but it's a faint thing, nearly lost by a layer of apathy.]