Or, Kvothe has two hands, Bast indulges in a little celebratory Reshi!snoggage.

Bast is sitting on the porch and whittling absently. He's more relieved than he could ever mention that his Reshi is back to normal, but it doesn't help the vague uneasiness he feels about this place, the odd feeling of discomfort. Stretching his legs, he props his soft leather boots on the side of the steps, leaning back and looking up at the clear sky, his eyes matching perfectly the color.