His arms and legs seemed to have no bones in them.

And now this broken arm seemed to have changed him even more.

He soared below them and his arms seemed to spread.

One arm came off, and then there seemed to be nothing to pull against.

His arms seemed to fit around her a bit too easily.

One thing: her left arm seems to be healing quickly.

My arm seemed to just hang in front of me.

His left arm seemed to do all that was necessary of its own accord.

That arm cried out and then seemed to go to sleep.

His broken arm seemed to be no worse than it bad been.