She simply shrugged at his comment, examining her hand. It was strange, even after so many years, to see through it. There were so many things she missed as a person. Most of all, she missed feeling. It was like everything around her, every moment of the day, was reminding her that she wasn't exactly human anymore. The floor beneath her feet that she couldn't feel, the fire that was only in the slightest 'warm', the surfaces that she ran her hand across. There wasn't any more rough, smooth, silky, bumpy. It was just...nothing. She didn't hunger for food, as she glanced at the meat nearby, but it was more the hunger to taste something, just once. Of course, she knew she couldn't. But wouldn't that be a great thing.
She moved away from him, just looking around the room in silence for a bit. She turned back to face him. "Have you noticed that people never miss things until they lose them? It's sort of interesting, how many things we don't realize that we take for granted..."
