[ oh look its one of his favorite people--his face goes from a quiet, concerned frustration to one that's bright like the sun in moments. Without a second of hesitation on his face, he's picking up the arm with his one and only current hand, and offering it over to mikleo.

It's a little heavy, especially burdened with crystals all along the joints and gears that holds it together, but... ]

It did. I don't usually mind the rain--walking outside while it's pouring is actually a comfort I've gotten used to, here.
But there's something wrong with it, today. It just completely stuck up the joints on it...

Varian made this one recently.