Lion Head Mesa break me off a piece of that… fancy feast

Does it, um, hurt at all? Inji asks, lips scrunching. Maybe I could find you something for pain.
She takes a few disjointed steps backward. The wad of cobweb is hanging very messily from her nostril, and admittedly, it looks a bit like snot. She hopes whatever spider lived there does not climb up into this poor child's brain.
You didn't, like, lose a tooth or anything, did you? Or hurt your head somehow?