He blinks at that blue glowing hand, reaching out with his other hand to poke it. "You are making more of you. How are doing that?"

Because that's pretty awesome, and a great distraction from the whole sand and needle thing going on. Losing sand feels like getting tired, but having it poured back in feels the reverse, like a limb waking up all pins and needles.

He shakes his head rapidly trying to clear the sensation making a brrbrbrbbple sound.

When commanded he tries his hand again, wriggling it easily and grinning huge. "You fixed it! Thank you!"