Well. That would certainly not help the Nightmares.

The thing keeping her from well and truly freaking out was the fact that it was mummified, so clearly this was not the arm of someone recently killed or maimed within the last day or so.

All the same, Maven closed her eyes, stepped back, and took a deep breath.

Okay, she could see why the Socialite was reluctant to have her in his business if he was graverobbing.

She was trying not to think of how small the arm was...

(Why was Mori graverobbing and dismembering child corpses?!)

The skin was... strange, but she had seen for herself that Mori was all scarred up and suspected that they experimented on himself.

(She had little room to judge there, she reminded herself as she looked down at her now permanently green tinged nails from all the kataleptic toxicology research)

The Correspondence symbol was also weird but could be a result of them experimenting for their focus.

That's probably what this all was, stuff from the Correspondence class.

(But why a child's arm???)

Something to ask when they came out.

For now she finished cleaning. Another thing to focus on. She debated closing the bag back up. But no, she wasn't going to pretend she hadn't seen. She would leave it open.

With the remaining time she put the pot back on to gently heat up and changed into a tea gown so she was slightly more presentable for company.