"This is true, but since I am friendly, I want to make a point of asking for and then respecting your preferences!"

Shrug. “Wherever you want, as long as you ask before takin’ stuff.“

"Doing otherwise would be stealing! Which means agreed, of course I'll ask first." She finishes peering at the last unique type of animal (some kind of wolf/hound thing). "Sam, do you want me to drop you off somewhere and meet up again once I'm done making limbs for people, stay here until I'm done, or come with?"

“…I don’t know if Ponk wants to see me.”

"Oh? All right."

“…You can drop me off at Las Nevadas.”

"Okay. Anything else before I go haring off to break reality? From any of you, I mean."

Phil looks at Technoblade, then back at Yvette. “Nah, we’re doing okay. Thanks for the wings.”

<Yvette> On my way, Ponk.

It is! It’s definitely above the ground, but she is definitely in a place with air and so on.

Cool! She hops so gravity affects her again. Hmmm, does she cackle maniacally while falling out of the sky, or does she pretend like she's not even doing anything weird at all and like this is perfectly normal? ... Second thing, that sounds more fun.

Ponk startles at first, but they relax quickly. “Hello Yvette! How are you today?”

"Hello!" she says brightly, as if she did not just fall about a hundred blocks out of the sky and take zero damage from the affair. "Good! Hoping to make your day better, however it's going so far. I won't be able to restore lost tattoos, scars, freckles, or birthmarks or anything without some help from you, but if you don't want any of those we're good to go right now."

"Nah, I'm good. Are you going to restore everything? I'm kind of used to my legs, honestly, although I guess I'll get used to them either way." (They're missing their left arm, and when they mention their legs they reach down to roll one of their pant legs up, revealing a prosthetic.) "But my arm is, it's bad memories, you know? Plus the vine just stopped working for some reason."

“I can restore everything if you want, or just the arm. It’s entirely up to you. Though if it’s both legs I’ll want to go find someone of your same species to look at if possible, so I can remake it accurately. The vine?”

“Just the arm, then. —Yeah, I had a vine for a prosthetic, but it kind of died earlier? I think something must have happened to the egg, I felt all weird and sick for a bit.”

…. Oops.

“Do you feel okay now?”

"Yeah! Yeah, I feel fine now."

“Oh, good. Okay, I’ll put your arm back now, this will look a little bit alarming, but it is perfectly safe.” And she offers her hand to him.

Is this a distraction from how she’s now talking to an egg affiliate? Yes. Yes, absolutely. She did not realize she’d be signing on to social anxiety, and it is in fact scarier than the mind control egg itself. It’s probably a bit messed up that she’s not telling him she destroyed the source of his last prosthetic before fixing his arm, but on the other hand (heh) that sounds complicated and hard and she wants to do one thing at a time. And she needs a bit to freak out. It’s not showing on her vessel, because she controls its every motion and her mind is free to freak out in solitude in the dimension she keeps it, but. Yep this sure is awkward!!

They offer her their stump, which has a gray withered-looking vine at the end of it.

She carefully removes the vine, holding it in her other hand. And then her eyes open, and Ponk gets mildly swallowed by starscapes. Remaking his arm is easier than Philza's wings, both on a mechanical level (she has made many limbs like it, instead of just a couple of wings) and on the premise that he has this whole other arm she can just copy and mirror.

"Done! Test it out and let me know if any of it feels weird or tingly or anything."

They wiggle their fingers. "Whoa. I'll let you know, thanks Yvette!"

"You're welcome!" Okay now for the social anxiety part. "It was pretty cool of the egg to give you a prosthetic, I'm sorry it got broken."

"Well, I've got my arm back now, at least! Good timing on your part."