In a less dark version of his story, one in which Rocket and Lylla both made it out of the lab, there's no way Rocket would leave her with crummy stick arms. He'd tinker with them endlessly until they were perfect.

I'm not really happy with this and I'll probably try again while I'm at the family get together I'm going to. Lylla I can draw without them recoiling in horror, unlike most of the stuff I draw (which they don't know about and won't).