[An eyebrow quirked at the sight of the arm. So he'd lost part of himself when he and his brother performed something forbidden. Human transmutation, he'd said. Whatever did that mean, making humans? Creating a person outside of traditional means?]

That's quite alright. Outside of necromancy, at any rate, treading in the realm of the gods is unthinkable. The wheel will always spin, it's said, and no mortal should seek to grasp it and stop it.

[She smirked.]

Or the Queen may send a messenger.