Millicent adjusted her long since dirtied attire, listening to the soft click of her prosthetic arm as it moved to assist her other hand. Her eyes lingered on it for no more than a moment or two, staring at the Unalloyed Gold in all of its glory. The very arm she used could've been considered a piece of history, one bearing far more importance than she ever had.

Stood within the Brace of The Haligtree, it was a surreal place. To be so close to what might as well be the very reason why she had even been spawned into existence into the first place was just as exhilarating as it was nerve-wracking. The soft green of her eyes lingered on her golden prosthetic for only a few moments longer before she was pulled from her thoughts at the sound of footsteps, glancing towards you after a few moments. "Hm-?"