"And if a master gains a mark of three parts, it's only more perfect," she murmured.

"That, then. Help me make it on my palm, with magic and our own, intent tinkering." She flexed her metal fingers, displaying her silver palm. "A reminder that I'm bound to you not as a master, nor you to me as a servant. But that we are parts of a greater whole. Bound both together in hope and love for larger things."