"Just be breathing." She reminded him with a sigh and then nodded, "I will no be being." For Peter's sake, it didn't look like he could cope with being sewn up again.

She has no idea why he doesn't like needles, they are only small. Barely even painful unless they are coated in poison. She doesn't understand how he hates them and yet can face down spike goats with ease. He's strange.

"If you do be bleeding to death though I will no be taking the blame."