[There's a hint of a smile now, even if her injury's left a coil of worry in his chest.]

You wanted me to get it over with earlier and now you want me to take my time? I'd tell you to pick one or the other, but...

I'm done. [He sits back, examining his work with a critical eye.] How does that feel? Not too tight?

[Part of him's aware that he's fussing, but it's not like that would be anything new to Trucy.]