[...Oh, Emil. Lalli is still waiting for his well-deserved praise, but watching this whiny baby worry about a small splinter is... pfft. It's very him.]
Mm. Maybe.
[Or maybe it will stay there forever, Lalli's doubtful tone suggests, but at least he reaches across this fence to finally give Emil's shoulder the briefest of pats. There, there, poor boy.]
Or you can use magic to pull it out. [No, wait... what is it called here again...] Craft.
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Mm. Maybe.
[Or maybe it will stay there forever, Lalli's doubtful tone suggests, but at least he reaches across this fence to finally give Emil's shoulder the briefest of pats. There, there, poor boy.]
Or you can use magic to pull it out. [No, wait... what is it called here again...] Craft.