"Well...rather drastic. Prolly coulda learned to control it if I'd held out a bit longer," he said, "But it were a bit too dangerous, couln't risk it. An' he were pretty good at convincin' me it were the only option."
He tugged a glove from his own pocket, the pinky and index fingers cut out. "Here, bedda' dan' nothin'," he said, tossing it to her with a small smile.