She smiles, a small huff of laughter escaping when she exhales. "You can do your good deed after your son is better."

His right forearm is a distraction. With his sleeves rolled she is able to see part of an elaborate tattoo, and she is not used to seeing markings so detailed on human men.

"In the meantime you can explain that to me."

She lifts one finger to point at his arm. There are words there, she knows, but she cannot read them.