Peridot falters, and looks sort of offended. She absolutely does not see what the big deal is here? But Ignatius is obviously upset, so there's gotta be something wrong. That much is clear.

"Um. I asked Creation to heal you, and it did?" she says cautiously. Her tail twitches. "Now you can stand up to the Mother of Invention, soooo. I'm pretty sure this is the part where most earthlings would say 'wow thanks', and then go get your revenge on the clod who's been torturing us all."