"Huh," Ella touches them a bit more. "Can they...go away?"

Now sitting, Ella looks down at herself, her hands, her legs. A hand moves to her chest, as if trying to find her heartbeat, and then she twists as she pats her back. Nothing.

"Okay, I guess? Different somehow. Stronger? And thirty." Now that she says it out loud, the need is evident in her voice.