[ They make a face at that comment, carefully connecting the two pieces of their leg, before painting on the resin on the remaining cut side. ]

I was doing both. [ Huff!! ] It's not like standing in the water to fish was dangerous for me or anything.

[ Not like it was for all their human companions... so they'd lent a hand out of practicality. When they're done applying more resin, they gingerly take the leg from him and fit it against their wound, flinching as they do so— but any discomfort they show only lasts for a fleeting moment. ]

Makes me wonder why they even bothered dragging me there in the first place.

[ They mumble. As far as they're concerned, they were a complete waste of a capture. Ever so carefully, they bend their leg so it's not stiffly straight anymore, setting the heel gently down on the wooded floor with a soft clink. ]