[Ives has been been fully abandoned outside of the room. Hector listens with rapt attention to the druid, watching each move and already trying to calculate whether he'll be able to replicate any of this once he returns home and has his devil forging powers back at his disposal.]

I'll really be able to feel through this? Thank fuck, you don't know how much this bloody thing has been itching with no way for me to scratch at it because it's not actually there.

[He's euphoric at the prospect of not only a neat new magic toy, but also relief from the maddening phantom limb sensations.]