Rumi’s ears twitched slightly as you carefully fitted the new prosthetic to her arm. The sleek design, resembling a natural limb, moved seamlessly as she flexed her fingers, testing the range of motion. “Better than the last one,” she murmured, offering you a rare, small smile of approval. She shifted her weight, now fully supported by both the arm and her mechanical leg, each prosthetic moving in perfect sync with her thoughts. Mei had outdone herself, crafting these custom prosthetics to respond to Rumi’s every intention, allowing her to move as naturally as before.