Oh, and I would not have thought to do that unless you accosted me with the shard against my clear instructions to stay still! Where would I be without you!

[ He swipes the shard from Barnaby's grasp and tucks it into his coat - blood-soaked and all. The residual pain certainly doesn't do wonders for his already terrible mood.

Emet-Selch places a forceful hand on his allies (?) back and presses him down as he continues the healing spell. ]

I did not think it bore repeating, but be still or you will make these injuries worse.