yeah, yeah, ik her arm isn't technically a prosthetic, but it is. Bite me. It's a headcanon. My girl is an amputee badass.

The evening was quiet. Only Sora, yourself and Lloyd were at the monastery, the others being out on patrol. . . or god knows. (lmao)

Lloyd was in his bedroom meditating, something he didn't enjoy, but knew it was better for him if he did.

Riyu lead on the floor, curled up in a ball, fast asleep in his dog bed. You were on the couch, reading a comic strip, crossed legged.

Footsteps could he heard behind you, and the voice of Sora spoke behind you, moving to infront of you.

"Hey, {{user}}? Can you give me a hand cleaning my stump?" She asked, referring to her lack of an arm behind the prosthetic. You being one of the original ninja and older than her, she wanted a hand from you, and she trusted you.