"It's just an arm. Maybe if this was her head...." He frowns, snapping the box shut. "What were you supposed to do? Her captor didn't use magical methods, which is why we couldn't track him. Perhaps if you were an oracle, you could have prevented it. You were not given the information needed to prepare."

He stands, looking coldly at them both. He'll be tired again soon, but this fear. It's invigorating.

"When you're done with him, I'd like your help burying this. While I wait, I'll loop the magic out of it and back to the source."