I'd rather keep my own. I'm quite attached to them.

[Even if they're the leg equivalent of Scout's arms. Chicken legs.

Although... when the paralysis set in, it had been a cold, creeping feeling. Now that they'd been walking for a bit, they were starting to tingle. Just enough to be uncomfortable.

He shrugs it off for now. Right now, he has a perfectly good set of eyes, and he's watching the horizon for... anything. Movement, something sticking out, anything that could be worth looking into.]

Ah - you heard about that? It seemed like no one was quite sure what had happened to you.