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"You should rest, you're beginning to look pale." Pointing that out Mista pressed his lips into a firm line focusing his gaze on where you sat. He could tell right away that using your stand to warm up the blond was beginning to take its toll on you.

"I'm fine, besides I have to make sure you all are breathing properly and such." Your tone of voice was soft and if not for the room being silent he wasn't sure if he would've heard you.

In response to your comment he let out a deep sigh casting his gaze towards Number One and Five. Having done what you asked about cleaning the blood off Narancia, the gunslinger tossed the small towel onto the coffee table making his way towards where you sat.

"Everyone's breathing perfectly fine and look Giorno's going to be just fine. He's resilient like that." Saying that in reassurance he took a seat beside you observing how your gaze remained on the blond.

"But-" "No but's no cut's no coconuts." Throwing an arm out behind you and lightly pushing your head onto his shoulder, he ignored the huff you let out. "So just rest, I'll wake you up if anything. I promise."

"You'd better, or I'm going to kick your ass." Mumbling that out and letting out a sigh you stared out into the room, the overuse of your stand finally began weighing down on you much to your annoyance.

Merely giving a nod in response to what you'd said he began softly brushing some of your hair in a soothing manner, the action seemed to have put you at ease and he could tell you were quickly drifting off.

Number Five and One both stared at their user sharing a knowing look, catching sight of this Mista let out a scoff rolling his eyes at the two. "Not a word from either of you."

Both stands made a zipped mouth motion before disappearing, leaving their user who would wholeheartedly treasure this quiet moment.

Well,

Quiet for a good few minutes at least. Until Narancia woke up whining about the biggest headache imaginable. Around this time the other three had also made an appearance and reluctantly Mista shook you awake, a groggy groan instantly bubbled up and out through your throat.

"Did we land?" Covering up a yawn and asking that you blinked a few times before seeing Trish give you a confident nod, her whole demeanor seemed to have changed surprisingly enough and you could only assume something happened during the rest of the flight.

"You could say that." Moving to stand in front of you she extended a hand showing you another hand in hers, something you would've been confused over if not for the fact Giorno's stand could create body parts. "And in addition I found this."

Eagerly taking the hand from her you tugged over the corresponding arm holding the two together till your stands golden threads fully stitched them together. A look of awe crossed your expression relieved and happy that the blond could still fight, but that reaction quickly switched to one of concern seeing that Bruno was also missing a hand.

"Can you guys go two days without losing a limb?" Knowing that the question was directed towards him, Bruno merely pursed his lips holding onto his wrist. The expression among his face was akin to that of a kid who'd been caught with their hand in the cookie jar, which you found to be quite the sight.

"We can..." Trailing off he added on seeing your unconvinced expression, "When we're not planning to take on an Italian mafia boss that is." Letting out a 'mhm' in response your eyes scanned the room.

Things didn't appear as tense as they were before and the blond in your lap shifted cracking his eyes open. Blinking up at you for a moment he raised a hand rubbing his face before pausing with the realization that his hand was back and fully attached.

"Did you reattach it?" Inquiring that his turquoise hues trailed up to your face meeting (E/C) ones, a soft smile had stretched out onto your lips and a nod was given in confirmation. "Ah, grazie then."

"It's no problem at all." Giving him a bright smile you followed it up with an airy laugh, "But also I hate to ask this since you just woke up but...we're going to need two more hands." Scrunching up your face as you said that the blond let out a hum. "No rush though."

Sitting up and turning towards the others everyone seemed relieved that things were working out, Bruno was especially relieved to see the three looking as good as new.

Well minus the missing hand of course.

Golden Experience appeared before the blond reaching out to touch the towel and empty water bottle sitting on top of the coffee table. Both of which began moving as though they had heartbeats before growing fingers.

It was interesting to say the least seeing how the ability worked and how inanimate objects could be infused by something such as life energy.

Simply watching the appendage form and lay on top of the table you assumed Giorno could attach it himself though upon grabbing it he turned slightly to face you. "Do you mind?" It was a bit surprising that he'd ask but you weren't just going to say no.

"Oh yeah of course, but just out of curiosity can't you attach it yourself?" Taking the hand from him and resting it on his exposed wrist you watched the two mend together, all the while Mista exclaimed something from beside you.

"He can but that shit hurts!" A shudder ran up the gunslinger's spine recalling the time where he was littered with bullets, "I can almost feel it again." Hugging himself to emphasize his point you merely rolled your eyes.

"It can't be that bad." Shaking your head once more at the complaints leaving the man behind you, your gaze once again focused on the blond's wrist moving his hand in place to make sure it was entirely attached. "I think I am getting pretty good at reattaching hands."

Releasing your hold of Giorno's hand and moving to take the last one, you slipped off the couch trailing towards where Bruno was holding out your empty hand out expectantly, "But just because I'm getting good doesn't mean you all need to keep cutting off your hands. I'm sure Giorno also doesn't want to keep making hands for the rest of the mission." Ending off on a more lighthearted note, Bruno let out an airy laugh resting his handless wrist in your open palm.

"No promises there." Adding along to what you'd said the man's azure hues focused on the threads of gold wrapping around his wrist much like an intricate bracelet before tightening into a thin line, seemingly weaving through the skin as though it was fabric being sewn together.

He never really took the time to see how exactly your stand worked apart from the golden dust and butterfly, but regardless it was an experience and feeling to remember.

The hand was attached in no time and you pulled away all too quickly, a satisfied hum had left your lips seeing that everyone was not in one piece. "Alright, now that everyone's been taking care of, what's the game plan?"

Hearing that Trish was the one to answer, her tone of voice oozed confidence while her demeanor also portrayed this same confidence.

"We lay low and find out who the boss really is."

"We're going to track down my fathers past!"

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Y/N and Giorno when the team talks about losing more limbs:

Ya'll I woke up too early for work today, haha.

Anyways hope you all enjoyed this chapter! If there's any questions about Y/N's stand please feel free to ask! I know it's going to get a but muddled in a few chapters!