Autor blinks. And blinks again. "I... I should be able to," the boy says, raising his arm with a wince. He wiggles his fingers, and clenches a fist, keeping his expression as neutral as he can. "Yes. I can write."

Not without a great deal of pain, but that's never stopped him before. He releases his fists and lets his arm rest, and leans over to look at the crossword grids. "And the black squares mark where the words begin and end. Hm! How did you find these games?"