Ah, it's okay... I'm... a little out of practice, but I was pretty good at doing things one-handed, before.

[She reaches up into one of the cupboards, finding a frying pan, and then locates some bacon in the fridge and sets about preparing it one-handed, squeezing his hand.]

See... whatever happened to make me lose my memories, it didn't leave any scars, but for the first couple of months I could barely move my right arm. I don't know what I'd actually done to it, but I just kind of got used to doing everything with only my left hand.