[ Childermass takes the hand and pulls, dragging himself slowly to his feet — back to two, in a way, with the prosthetic. His jaw tightens, teeth clenched against any noise he might have made as the prosthesis settles against the rest of the leg, and the pressure feels odd, alien to him. He wobbles a bit, but remains upright, though he will close his eyes and will the strangeness away. It is not exactly pain, but... ]
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...this will take getting used to.