“Now come on over here and let me have a look-see now. Don’t be shy.” Shy was certainly one word for it. Handy liked his personal space at all times, and was loathe to let someone touch him without good cause. Then a slight pang of pain ran through his arm and he reassessed matters. It couldn’t hurt to have a second opinion on it. He walked over to the griffon. Being of the rarer-eared variety of griffons, he noticed her ears twitching with each footfall.