"Having the thing that isn't you telling you how to do stuff?"

Bonesaw's face moves into a broad grin but then stops, falling back into the same uncertain expression she had on before.

"I don't really remember not having it. If I lost it I expect things would be a lot worse?" 

Nod, nod.

Bonesaw cuddles the orf, thinking for a moment.

"If I stopped having my powers would you still want to sing to me?"

"I don't see why not! But it might be harder to get me assigned to that, I might wind up with something else I was supposed to do if his lordship weren't trying to make sure you're comfy here."

"That makes sense."

She doesn't really want to think about this anymore and the only way she knows how to distract herself is to make art. The orf's hand is right there and her power is telling her how she can take out the fingernails and soak them in some liquids and make them pearlescent and sharp and as hard as diamonds and.... the orf might not want that and she doesn't want her power to get it's way here? Or something? She's not really sure what's going on inside her own head if she's being honest.

She stares at the fingernails as she thinks.

"Is there something on my hand?"

"I want to distract myself and I don't know how to except my power is suggesting how I could improve your fingernails. But I don't know if I want to do that for some reason?"

"Oh. Improve them how?"

"I'd take them off and dip them in biopolymer base that would make them stronger and harder and then add an enzyme based finishing agent that would bond and make them look shiny and like -" she sends the image of a pearl so white it seems to glow.

" - and then reattach them."

"That does sound pretty but it'd be impossible to use my hands while it was happening."

"It wouldn't take very long but yeah, they wouldn't be usable until it was done."

Staring continues.

"So do we need to go to your lab for it?"

"Yeah?"

The orf gets up.

"You want me to change your nails?"

"- I mean, you can if you want?"

"I don't know if I want to!" Bonesaw says with a note of distress in her voice.

...the orf is going to hug her. "Well, my fingernails aren't going anywhere if you want to think it over more?"

Bonesaw clings! She starts to feel her eyes welling up with tears and quickly grabs a nearby bit of bedding to dab at them before they touch the orf. The blanket sizzles and melts where the tears touch it. 

"Whoa, I didn't know you had acid eyes."

"Yeah. Uncle Jack suggested it as a defense mechanism in case anyone hurts me in a way that gets past my nerve blockers."

"Huh. And it's not inconvenient the rest of the time?"

"They don't effect me."

"Like how being on fire doesn't hurt balrogs? Cool."