Alley helpfully moves her stump this way and that, and even her remaining arm, however it seems useful for the measuring. Ridiculous, fuzzy black glove and all. She was actually fairly subtle about keeping that hand from being touched at all unless Dorian specifically tried to measure it, and then she'd go stock still for the duration.
"...I suppose I'll have to find a smith, then." The old gauntlet had turned to stone and crumbled to dust with her arm, after all.
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"...I suppose I'll have to find a smith, then." The old gauntlet had turned to stone and crumbled to dust with her arm, after all.