"No ..." Jaime said as she shot Simon a 'come help me' look. "They ... um."
"Were eaten," Simon said as he came over. There was no way to sugar coat that, and he reasoned Mal would appreciate the upfront truth - as much as anyone could appreciate that particular sort of news. "I'm not precisely clear on the details, aside from ... you and Faith were attacked, and one of them ... ah." He gestured down toward Mal's foot. "One of them started eating your foot before she could get you away. I cleaned your foot as well as I could, but there was nothing to reattach. Maybe ... if we're here long enough, we can fashion some sort of prosthetic toe attachments for ... balance." He really wasn't certain how well Mal would be able to get around, but at least his big toe was attached. It would just be a matter Mal adjusting how he walked.
"It could've been worse," Simon offered as he glanced to Jaime before glancing back to Mal. He should probably do the doctor thing, but he didn't want to chase Jaime out. So he'd just work around her.
"How're you feeling otherwise?" he began.
Jaime wondered if she should leave. Simon was clearly sliding into Doctor Mode, but he hadn't said leave. So she scooted back a little, tilting her head down to stifle a yawn. She wanted - needed - to sleep, but she wasn't ready to leave Mal.