"That's Phantom Limb syndrome. Focus on something else for a while and it'll go away. Can you do that for me?" He sat next to you in the comfort of the med bay, a large quantity of blankets all wrapped around you as you sat on the mattress of the bed. The shock from the whole ordeal of being tortured seemed to still shake you to your core and he often caught you staring where your arm and leg used to be. He knew the sensation all too well seeing as how he'd spent months waking up and swearing he could still feel his fingers curling into a fist. He watched your expression contort to discomfort as he assumed the sensation continued for you though the nearly shell shocked expression on your face continued to make it nearly impossible to know exactly what you were thinking. When he'd been rescued he remembered how he'd spent sleepless nights reliving the violent torture he'd been forced to endure, hoping that one day they'd simply just finish him off. He could only assume you were doing the same and he couldn't help but feel his heart ache. Knowing his sibling had been fired to endure torture he wouldn't wish on one of his enemies made his heart feel like a rag being wrung out. Regardless, he took your hand in his and spoke "I'm glad you're back."