[ If he notices the sensation of being carried by multiple limbs, Jonathan doesn't mention it. His gaze isn't exactly focused, despite his best efforts. It's obvious that he's been trying to keep going, trying to stay calm and collected and focused, but he's hit his breaking point, he's hit the straw that broke the camel's back: it's been a very long few days and he doesn't have much in the way of painkillers and ouch. ]

I didn't know you could re-attach it to begin with, [ Jonathan muses, as he walks towards Stephen, more than happy to lean on the man as they walk forward, towards the hospital. ] I simply kept it because what else was I to do with it? Besides, there are uses to keeping one's finger. A fairy I once worked with took one as a token from a young lady. He brought her back to life from the dead but demanded a token in return, most likely something to bind her to him.

[ Jonathan's yapping is a tired, dazed sort of yapping, very much a person talking just to hear themselves talk, talking because at least when you're talking, you're focused and paying attention. ]