"So?" Daphne crossed her arms imperiously, waiting for Atticus to explain in his own words.
"So, I wanted to make sure he was alright because it would make you happy," Atticus explained patiently, but she caught the undercurrent of frustration in his tone. "Now that his wing is as good as new, hell, it might even be better than the one he originally had, we can consider this matter resolved. It should be considered water under the bridge now, right?"
Daphne's mouth fell open at her husband's audacious words. "What rubbish are you saying? The right thing to do would be not to harvest his wings to begin with! Using your logic, I could spit on your face and then wipe you clean, and then helpfully inform you that since your face has been wiped clean, the matter is now resolved."
