Kitty pinned the arm down so it could be worked on, while she used her other hand to hold Uriel's good hand. "Squeeze my hand, love. Like when we had Abe." She suggested, to give him something to focus the pain on. She watched intently as Tristan worked on the wound, maybe to make sure he wouldn't make a mistake or if something went wrong she could fix it.

She struggled not to roll her eyes at Zechariah, at least he hadn't left when he clearly wanted to. "Is it? Seems normal ta me."