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With the prosthetic removed, should Cain find his attention drawn to it, her leg ended about four inches below her knee. There was a pale wrap that circled the stump, which served as cushion for the cup that connected fake limb to actual limb.

If Cain had wanted Gretchen to fill the silence herself, he should have been more specific. Of course, if he had asked for that, he'd have gotten the girl serenading him with old hits from before either of them had been born. Conversation was possibly better. Possibly. "I'm from Wichita, Kansas." Unlike his, her accent was notable. "What part of Canada?"

Gretchen gave a soft snort in response to his sass. "Would that be Quebec?" Cain might not have known where Wichita was, but Gretch did know a little something about Canadian geography. Not much, mind, but a little bit.

She rolled onto her side as he worked, lazy eyes watching the motion of the pen as he drew in flowing lines across the side of the prosthetic foot. At this angle what he was actually drawing was still a mystery, but she seemed utterly unconcerned. If she'd thought for an instant that he'd be the sort to defile something that important to her, she never would have agreed to let him touch it in the first place.

When he'd finished, turning the foot at an angle so she could see, the girl sat up, brown eyes going wide. "Nothin' amazing he says. That is awesome!" Certainly better than anything she could do on her own!

His silence earned him a look, but she took the prosthetic back with a smile and slipped it back on. A moment was taken to admire his handy work, fake foot turning this way and that, then she was riding to her feet. "No, it really does look great. I love it." The kiss to kiss cheek came too quickly to dodge. "Thank you."

She slipped back into her flats, then glanced at him. "Are you hungry? Wanna go see what they've got cooking for dinner?"