"Yeah. A bit. Phantom pains. Sometimes it almost feels like my hand is still there, right there, and I can feel it throbbing, or itching, but I can't do anything about it. Bloody irritating. Mostly I'm used to it now, though. Don't really notice." His voice was clipped and carefully dispassionate, and Pansy let out a soft little sound and curled more firmly into him, fingers loosening on the bottle.