[Spirits, he's dramatic, isn't he!

Without their usual beak, there's no hiding the smallest curl of an amusement at the corner of Rue's mouth, before they are taking Donnie's hand in theirs, fully ignoring his rant to squint down at his nail and - oh yes. There it is. The tiniest sliver possible.

It's a miracle they don't laugh.]

Hm. I'm not quite certain, Donnie. We may have to have Dr. Carter operate. I'd hate for you to lose a finger to such a savage piece of bark!