Do not be dismayed.

The voice was commanding, reassuring.

Control over the physical takes time, concentration, patience, willpower.

Rex willed his hands to appear. Concentrating heavily, he spoke slowly and carefully.

“Tell me more about the Torimbalo,” he asked, still focussed on his hands.

As the voice spoke, he watched his hands, forcing them to remain whole even as he tried to follow the words of the other.

The Torimbalo was forged a million lifetimes ago, under the surface of an unimportant planet far from here.