"Well..okay, I'll give it a try.," Tyr replied as he came forward. It wasn't something he said often, but the loss of functionality in his right hand was a constant source of feelings of inadequacy and uselessness. Sure as a warrior god he adapted, but as a mortal man living an everyday life? No.

Tina, having long learned to read when her dad was becoming sad about his hand, scurried over. "Here Daddy, like this," she said as she showed him how to do it using her own left hand.

He almost felt like crying. If he had been alone, he would have. "Thanks, hon," he said with a feeling of pride as he mimicked her movements.