Abigail bounced in place, making a bit of cheering-like noise - it wasn't hard to see that she was enthusiastically agreeing. Wendy softened a bit, with Abigail's ringing endorsement.

"I see. You must be the good twin, like Abigail," Wendy nodded slightly to herself. "Either way, I suppose we could create a poultice, though I don't have any honey on hand. I'd have to find some other 'antiseptic', as Mr. Higgsbury would call it."