Oh, honestly. Her smile widens even as she tsks in disapproval and gives him a very light whap upside the head. "You might attract bears, yelling like that." Doubtful; these woods don't seem quite wild enough for bears. Or perhaps not so doubtful, now that she's put the idea into his head. Whoops.

But his shoulder provides an excellent distraction. Greta hums pensively, resisting the urge to prod the new skin directly and instead letting her fingertips come to rest an inch below where the wound used to be. "Does it hurt at all?"