[Okay, this. This is why she's worried. And often aggravated. This is not a "good time" situation, this is in fact the opposite.]

The kind where you keep anyone from punching my head off. Please.

[Ned's got a long, thin sewing needle on the end of the thread, and she's. Kind of. Making a weird sort of cat's cradle pattern with it? And then just sort of jabs her thumb into the needle with a practiced lack of flinching. If Bryn's got any kind of magic spidey-sense going on, that's the moment at which whatever Ned's doing will start pinging it as Being A Thing.]

And- and I really hope I don't actually have to say this, I am choosing to trust but verify here- don't kill anyone, this is messy enough as it is.