[The knife was there, just not in his hands. As big as it was, it was not the ideal tool for chipping ice. He looked at his own hand. He knew all about the reduced version of their magic. Trying to get a feel from the plants was like searching through a fog. When he discovered this, he became doubtful about regaining it back. However, he did not want to discuss it with her.]

Perhaps. [He said vaguely and in a way that ended the subject there.

He continued to chip away at the ice. Only the toy's leg remained in ice. He could just cut it off and seal the crack over it, but that would ruin a perfectly good toy. That got him to thinking.]

You're not going to burn the toy, right? [Because fire and wooden toys. That looked like a disaster waiting to happen.]