...yes. Do not misunderstand the nature of my ability.

[He sits down on the edge of the bed, looking at her all the while, and reaches out to take a hold of her hand.

This time it's cold, just like his claws had been.

On top of that, if she looks down at his hand, she'll see the texture of his skin across his fingers gently ripple. Briefly, it regains that brushed metal look it usually has.]

This facade is only skin deep. Beneath the surface, my body is the same as it ever was.

[A roundabout way of saying "I haven't".

But "I haven't" all the same.]

Do not worry. I will do as I said I would.