*bokkiri* snapped off

Oh dear

Rock, your arm's been torn off Since it's been a while, why don't I make you a new arm

Eh, I'm good. I've always repaired my own body when you were absent, Mom

*zu-* slow, slump

*tsuuun* aloof, sulky, prickly

*gako-* clunk, thunk

*jiiiiiiiii...* stare

*sowa sowa...* restless, nervous, fidgeting

Can you move it? Does it hurt?

*horori...* sentimental, moved to tears

*waki waki* grabbing gesture

Come ooon!!

It's fine, it's fine, it moves perfectly, of course it moves! You're the one who made it, Mom!