The Heartwood the comedy is that it's serious

He wrenched the shard from her paw, in a motion that Lane would have to begrudgingly admit was much more quick and fluid than she would have managed on her own. Lane gasped from the pain, reflexively jerking her paw away from the medic. Blood spattered against the charred soil. Lane cradled her injured paw against her body. 

"Lick it." 

He didn't have to tell her twice. Lane was already at work, licking the injury as tears leaked from her eyes. It stung, damn it! Lane's mouth filled with a biting metallic tang, and she coughed. She spat the blood out onto the ground, because it was either that or choke. She didn't care one tiny bit that she was being gross.