[ Oh. Good. Relief mingled with the numbness of medication and the effort to ignore pain is still relief, and Jim gingerly moves the wrapped appendage - which hurts even more, but is at least re-assuring. He can feel what he assumes is the telltale flexible-stiffness of the liquid stitches he'd given her, which is also somewhat re-assuring. ]

As expected, probably, [ is dry. Glimpses of the carnage being washed away, mentally comparing the tidy wrapped foot versus the memory of what it was - his faith in her abilities has paid off. Well fucking done, Doc. ]

Remind me to write you a field commission when I'm lucid. We both know I wouldn't have gotten through that without help.

[ He looks up at her. ]

Thank you, Claire.