Corrie looked at her hand. She looked at the fragments of her wand sticking out of it. Aspen and phoenix feather, eight inches. She sighed. What a stupid time to get sentimental, over something that was hurting you. "Both," she said. Might as well get them out quickly, and it would go faster with two people working. "Another pair of tweezers, Min?" One appeared, though not nearly as large as the other - but it would do, she supposed. They should still work on the smaller splinters.
She took the smaller pair, selected a splinter of the right size, took a long but shallow breath and yanked it out, thinking just a piece of wood, just a tool. The pain made her stiffen, but she didn't yell, just closed her eyes and pressed her lips together. Then she set the splinter gingerly on the table and selected another. "Jump in whenever you like," she said, preparing to pull it out.