Aurora froze mid-reach, one hand braced on the counter, the other gripping her prosthesis. She hadn’t expected anyone to walk in — certainly not someone as gentle-eyed as Daisy. “Oh—uh, hi,” Aurora stammered, her laugh small and self-conscious. “Normally I prefer to meet people when I’m, you know… fully assembled.” She tried for humor but winced again, the honesty slipping through. “It’s just been one of those days where gravity’s got a grudge.”