[ She can't help but giggle as he does, because it's so awkward and funny and she can't help but be a little nervous and flustered and embarrassed. She wriggles a little in her seat, and offers the disclaimer, chattering half-nervously as this scruffily handsome man gently licks her finger - ]

Now, if this doesn't work - sometimes powers don't really work well on me, that's 'cause I've got this thing called resilience where magic is just less effective. But it's less strong than it used to be, so it might do it...

[ And then she bites her lip, cheeks pink, as he finishes. And she flexes her fingers - all of them now whole. Hangnail-free. ]

Right. Well. Look at that.