[Pyrrha just barely manages to suppress a grimace at that; her brow furrowing.]
But the malfested... the demons... aren't....
[The young woman cuts herself off; not finishing her sentence as she once again becomes distracted by Nero's arm. She nervously bites down upon her lower-lip for a moment before finally bringing herself to ask;]
no subject
[Pyrrha just barely manages to suppress a grimace at that; her brow furrowing.]
But the malfested... the demons... aren't....
[The young woman cuts herself off; not finishing her sentence as she once again becomes distracted by Nero's arm. She nervously bites down upon her lower-lip for a moment before finally bringing herself to ask;]
....What... happened to your arm...?