“Nilhandril. Now isn’t the time for you to play adventurer. Can I have my arm back?" 

"You can have it back when you stop hitting people with it.” Van fixed his spectacles, looking over the frost lotus petals, “Isn’t it beautiful?”

“No. I want my arm back.” Tevruden lofted his brow, walking over and stepping on his disembodied arm, lifting Varaelian off of it by the back of his armor, “Thank you.”

“I am not a child! You put me down this instant!" 

"Fine.” His hand opened and suddenly Van found himself face first in the snow, groaning, “Why?”