"Good!" says Herbert, abruptly a lot more cheerful. "Gooood." He hurries back to pick up his forceps and get Hamon to set the knife vibrating hot again, then climbs carefully back onto Ignatius and sets to removing the last of the visible internal iron-poisoning. He's as efficient as he can be, although he has to do a bit of clambering back and forth and leaning to reach the cuts he needs to make, and to place the resulting fae flesh beside Ignatius on the table. More like drop than place, really, with his required positioning.

There's probably time for some more awkward conversation while Herbert deals with it, unfortunately for Ignatius.

Also, hilariously, Herbert has a bit of a cat blep going while he works. He's concentrating, alright?