[ Yenh notices him staring, and sighs before she can stop herself. Oh well. Crouching down beside him, she looks him over for the best place to make the cut. ]

Has the coeurl got your tongue? Or were you simply flattering me about my beauty? [ Not that she seems offended. And she isn't; mostly, she's just concerned with getting him loose. Digging her hand in between a bit of Kaph and the blanket, she tilts her head and looks him in the eye. ] Pray hold still. I don't want to cut you. Or myself.