[Nana's had similar thoughts about the Giraffe and the inability to call it back.

When he comes out, she has fixed her sling. I'd been tangled up, a little; resting against his side that way was nice, but it came with some downsides. She turns to him, smiling, and then shakes her head.]

I think it's fixed. I had to redo one of the straps.

Maybe I should sit on your other side or something. I don't think there's a lot we can do. My arm still just gets sore easy, really?

[She has no idea about the magic, of course.]