-She stares at the knife, tensing up-
You shouldn't. I-I'll get it wrong. I know I will.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?If you do, at least I can grow things back.
But, er, try not to get it wrong. I don't want to have to.
When you're doing it, just... it's easier for me if I relax and sort of... it has to be a steady, directed push. Not like blowing stuff up. Go as slow as you need to, but make it slow and steady and inwards. It helps if the other person is relaxed too.
-She reaches out with her flesh hand, placing her fingertip at one of the wound's ends, trying to concentrate-
-She slowly traces the finger across the wound, and the sliced skin stitches itself up as she goes-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-The fixed skin doesn't look particularly new, though-
-It looks bleached and grainy, like sandpaper-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?I'm sorry.
-It's almost like it's some kind of polymer, but it fuses with the surrounding flesh so you can't tell where it ends and the real skin begins-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-She nods, and tries again-
-This time, it's a perfectly normal bit of scar tissue-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

...Maybe.
-Is quiet for a moment-
-Then fishes his hunting knife out of his boot and removes a glove-
I'm gonna trust you not to mess my hand up too bad. Okay?