Since it hadn't actually been put to the test yet, Jigano was less sanguine about Isla's ability to recognize injury and heal herself, especially since she had difficulty with sensation now. He trusted his friend, though, to know herself and her new body better than he could. That much they could agree on, but... cutting into her? He was not, by nature, squeamish. If he had been once, it was true no longer. But slicing open a friend simply to learn something that should surely be taught on a non-living subject first? No, he was not happy about that.
Luckily the duchess was gracious, and kind enough to accept his reservations and work around them. "Accepted, of course, especially since you were only trying to help," he demurred with a shake of his head, the smile returning to his lips. He took the offered seat and eyed the tray of tools curiously. He could name them all, recognized them from books and diagrams, but aside from basic bandages and gauze had never had reason to touch a suturing needle or scalpel before. "Perhaps," he began hesitantly, "you could begin by showing me some of the suture types you know, on a piece of cloth maybe? And then correct me as I practice them? It might not be the same as skin, but it's a place to start at least."
Luckily the duchess was gracious, and kind enough to accept his reservations and work around them. "Accepted, of course, especially since you were only trying to help," he demurred with a shake of his head, the smile returning to his lips. He took the offered seat and eyed the tray of tools curiously. He could name them all, recognized them from books and diagrams, but aside from basic bandages and gauze had never had reason to touch a suturing needle or scalpel before. "Perhaps," he began hesitantly, "you could begin by showing me some of the suture types you know, on a piece of cloth maybe? And then correct me as I practice them? It might not be the same as skin, but it's a place to start at least."
