The Heartwood the comedy is that it's serious

It would bleed, but not as much as she thought?

Lane blinked. She looked back down at her paw. Nah, that shit was going to bleed. Just look at the size of that shard! It would also hurt for a while, Lane had no doubt.

The man was a medic. Her lucky day. The way he drew out the statement was odd though... like he was either building up to it or he was unsure. Holland was from Firefly Glen, which surprised Lane. Toad Amelia had told her that most everyone in the Glen was a yearling, and Holland most certainly wasn't. 

"Lane," she gave her name. "Yeah, we can pull it out if you don't mind." Lane probably could have gotten it herself, but Holland would be able to get a better angle on it. 

Lane let out a long sigh. She was out here on her own, barely scraping through each day as it was. It wasn't like she could lay around for a few days and recover. There was a high chance she would delay the healing process walking around on it, and it would possibly even get infected.

"Know of anything around here to help with infection? Anything that isn't burned up?" Lane glanced around, brow knitting in concern.