Laaaaaame, Jas! Laaaaame. Neal pulled a face, it was scrunchy and probably adorable in his puppy way. "You just don't want fish guts on you," he protested, but would do all the work anyway. Not like he minded, since he was pretty used to getting his hands dirty on a daily basis anyway. "Want me to bring you a drink with an umbrella in it too?" he quipped.
As for a full recovery, Neal wasn't even sure. Chances are, he'd make like he was recovered way before he was - but he also didn't want to push it too badly, since if things weren't healing as they should he'd just bleed out all on Jas's boat and no one wanted that. "Should be a couple weeks, I think," he hedged. "I'll mark the days off on a calendar."