"Ah, no no no no no no no, they're fine!" He laughs harder, his fingers curling just a hair. "There they go, bending. Just slow to do it, but they don't hurt anymore, and that's really the important part."

He pulls his eyes from his hands, dragging them to Glacius' face; they struggle to focus on the scar on the alien's jaw. "Oh, there it is. It looks good. Healed. Your- your face is looks good. We're all good here, aren't we?"