Jimmy initially wanted to heal his father's leg slowly, because he didn't want to hurt him. But as he looked at the deep wounds, he learned that healing it quickly was far more efficient. It would cause the least pain.
Expecting what was about to happen, Lasra rushed and brought a piece of wood, a branch, and put it in Gnegor's mouth.
"For your teeth, sweetheart." She said, "You've lost plenty of teeth already. I love you, but I won't chew your food for you."
Lasra was a gem. Jimmy could see where he got parts of his humor from, but other than that, she was smart. Her intelligence was crystalized, she had experience with wounded men and women, and knew what to expect.
"Good call," Jimmy chuckled, and then he looked at his father, "Brace yourself."
"Mamomumo," Gnegor tried to speak.
He had a branch in his mouth, so of course he didn't make much sense. But that didn't matter, he likely just gave the greenlight.
