Little does Syrlya know, but saying that was all Ignatius needed. He puts his hand to Syrlya's crystal one, and he will feel a flushed warmth rise to his cheeks and then disappear through his and Ignatius's connection.

Ignatius exhales, letting the piece of his Heart settle back into place. He doesn't immediately reform his body or anything, but he starts trying to recreate his other arm. Energy swirls, burning up the bandage on that arm, but it doesn't quiet take form. His left aren't quite solid on the ends either, looking more like gradients of transparency than cut off ends.

"There were many of you to divide it between," he says, sounding a little more awake. "If I could restore my strength... then maybe..."

He trails off. Its probably useless to think about now.