Growing up in the environment she did, Gyda was no stranger to seeing blood and serious injuries. Her parents wished to protect her, but they couldn't and didn't entirely shield her as some more modern parents did to their children.

Even so, seeing how the metal actually bit into his skin caused her to flinch just slightly. "But this works better than a prosthetic, clearly. This moves just like a flesh and blood arm, not something artificial." She frowned, another question on her lips, but knowing it was a delicate one. "Is it alright to ask what happened?"