The other thing, [William says. He doesn't sound very starry-eyed about his optimism, but it probably is that. Talk of cures aboard the Tranquility, it's adorable really-- but at least they extracted a lot of small evil nanites. That was something.]

These--

[He doesn't touch them again but the urge is there, a normal gesture that would have been normal if they were't flopping around fishily, limp on the ends of her wrists.] Artificial prostheses with various modular options, or cloned replicas of your originals. As you prefer, love.