"Imagine a mechanical goat that eats grass for you," let's hope she knows what a goat is.

And look, he's uncomfortably half-hard by now, he doesn't want to blue balls himself in asking about something that evidently she's not having a problem with. The scars are a nightmare to look at, but they are healed.

...

"Pencil me in to ask about it later?" he asks, as he heaves himself out of the spring, careful not to scrape anything delicate on the rocky surrounds.