Her eyes fluttered. She was on a bed. Not the ground. There was something... music. Guitar. She hadn't heard music like that before. It was nice. Was she... where was she? Nana slowly sat up, groaning. She hurt all over, but it wasn't as bad as it usually was, and her legs-
She had legs.
The little girl's eyes popped open. Gasping, Tears came to her eyes as she stared down. They were like doll legs - she had something like skin, but her joints were reddish balls. She didn't really have toes... but... but she had...
"I HAVE ARMS!" She squeaked. Nana barely registered the sound of a chair scraping across the floor, but she did hear the low, hushed, almost stern voice that came after it.
"I have arms again!" She turned, waving her arms wildly, still crying. "Someone gave me arms!"
"Yep. They won't grow, but they'll do. You'll need new ones in a few years."
"You... you..." She lapsed into silence as the man approached her. He was tallish, and wore weird glasses, and was bald. As soon as he was close, she leaned forward, almost falling out of bed, latching onto him in a bearhug.
"Hey... it's alright, kid. You're going to be okay." He scruffed her hair, the faintest trace of a smile crossing his face. She sniffled and nodded, but didn't budge. A few seconds passed, and the embrace didn't loosen one bit.
"Eh... you can.. you can let go... I kinda gotta..."
"I haven't hugged anything in a while. Can I have a few more seconds?" He paused, failed to say a few things, and let himself relax a little bit.