Chéri forced themselves not to change expression. They didn’t need to give anyone more material to make them uneasy. “Sometimes it swells, like now. No throbbing, except when it was first cut. But that never came back,” Chéri kept their eyes on the doctor. Whatever he was doing needed approval.

They bent their head to the side and gave a troublesome reply “Otherwise I wouldn’t be here, right?” they weren’t giving themselves much of a choice, but in this case it was out of logic. They’d rather not, but it was the most intelligent course of action.

Chéri shrugged. The prospect of a little pain left them indifferent. “Will i lose my leg?” apparently the scenario they had in mind were fairly apocalyptic. That one also left them a little more nervous.