Bramblepoint give me that vertigo

Genie watched, almost amused when the male attempted to shake it off and walk on it. He wrenched his paw back almost immediately, another profanity ready on his tongue. She laughed softly, then shot him an apologetic look and a smile. "Sorry," she said, not really feeling sorry at all. "Don't worry about it," Genie reassured the male gently, "I've seen more embarassing things in my life, not that yours was embarassing, but, you know," she appeared to be making things worse. She decided to shut up.

"No problem," Genie murmured distantly as she inspected his paw, reaching up to prod the swollen part gently. Yes, it was in deep. In fact, it was in very deep. It was going to hurt a lot, and it was also going to take some time. Genie sighed. "It's in deep, and it's going to hurt a lot, but you'll do fine." 

Genie could see the tip of the thorn now and hesitantly reached forward, tugging at it gently. Amber eyes flicker up at his face, searching for any sign of particular discomfort. "Sorry," she mumbled.