Phoenix Maplewood be the hammer to my nails

He sees the subtle change once he asks the questions and he withdraws a little.  She tries to explain but she sounds uncertain and his smile softens, hoping to be encouraging enough that she can get through it.  When he wants to ask more questions, he doesn’t, letting her work without much of an interruption.  

“You don’t have to call him, you’re doing fine,” he tells her with a quick swish of his tail.  “Maybe look at it as if you’re taking care of me?” he offers, wondering if that might help her sudden nerves.  “Besides, it looks to me like you’re a healer.”  

Ukko picks up his paw to show her.  The blood around the broken nail had caked, but it hadn’t touched the moss, and the bottom of his toe seemed to have coagulated enough.  The longer it is away from the moss, though, the blood starts to flow. Sheepishly, Ukko puts his paw back down on the segment of moss she’d provided for him and he offers a silent apology he’d taken it up too soon.