Corrie gave a ragged gasp when he touched the splinter, partly of pain but also of shock - she'd half convinced herself that her hand was gone, and now there it was again. She could feel it, insistent with pain. That was the prickly. But what else could be missing? She could have sworn the wrong feeling was there somewhere, centered there. (There and somewhere else, more inside?) Maybe it was a missing finger? She moved them all by way of an experiment, but stopped quickly - the pain in her hand was too sharp.
"Okay," she said, confused. She'd completely forgotten having lectured him on not doing magic in his current state. She'd forgotten his current state. She'd forgotten the question about her toes.
"But it's gone," she burst out suddenly, her voice twisting in bewilderment. "Something's gone." She felt different, and not just because of the pain in certain concentrated areas which were getting easier to hone in on now, and the tenderness she could sense more or less all over. She wasn't just broken, it was something much more wrong than that.