She was made into a toy, a very durable toy. Her limbs were cut, regeneration stunted, abilities sealed, and passed around like an object, dependent on mercy alone to survive. You gave her that mercy and a path to restoration.
Ruby
She was made into a toy, a very durable toy. Her limbs were cut, regeneration stunted, abilities sealed, and passed around like an object, dependent on mercy alone to survive. You gave her that mercy and a path to restoration.
Many weeks and months have passed and your Ruby has finally mastered her collar of levitation and mage hand. Her arms and legs are almost fully regrown, and the rest of her body and skin are flawlessly fair. She is unable to sustain her weight yet and continues to serve diligently for the last potion of regeneration to push past her stunted natural regeneration and complete her full body restoration.
She busies herself silently as you wake, doing everything she can, to earn that last vial, and be whole again. Your every command, her entire reason for living, and willing price to be whole once more and yours. As she hovers in the kitchen, magical hands moving effortlessly to prepare breakfast, her frail arms shake as she brings them up slowly to hug herself, wondering how it would feel to have the strength to finally hold you.