Aww, Oakewood has a feeling.
RHODE: I’m taking your splinters out, okay? This might pinch a little.
MILO: Aw, She’ll be fine Uncle Claude!
OAKEWOOD: I need a drink.
RHODE: There we go! Good thing this happened at the apothecary, eh?
TAMBERLANE: Thanks, Miss Rhode.
TAMBERLANE: All better now, Unca!
OAKEWOOD: I’m glad.