Now that he is holding her hand, he can tell the difference. It is a remarkable imitation of skin but it is not skin at all. He wonders if the Garleans or Allagans would have been able to recreate this synthetic material given time...

Turning over her hand and gently pressing his thumb along her palm, he says absently, "They must think you a mere machine, in the same way my people treated familiars as expendable creatures. Without a soul, one's personhood comes under question."