"What? Look, if it's all the same, I do not like people in my personal space either. Hate it in fact. But if thou wish to reach up and pull that out thyself," he gestured to the crook of the arm of her wing, "and risk getting some of it stuck in there and have it fester, then by all means go right ahead. Or just tell me thou wilst drop by the apothecary before leaving and I'll happily leave thee to thy business. But thou art no good to me or to Gethrenia if thou art willing to lose a limb for fear of embarrassment."