"Makes sense to see if I'm just sore or if I've metaphorically sprained something, yes.  You have any particular suggestions?"

"I was thinking of something literally small, like writing, my main concern is... a lack of dexterity."

"Oh, hmm, yes, that would probably be prudent."

...She'll just grab this convenient spike and stick some text on it like she's playing Minecraft But In Real Life, then.

Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, et cetera.

...Yeah, that's fine.

They live her be while getting ready to for the day. They are still leaving the wild hogs very much alone, so they are going to take this circuitous route towards an area they haven't foraged much.

One of the other Henries - she can probably tell them apart by the clothes now, but it's not like they make a point to distinguish themselves - looks over her shoulder on occasion. He asks what the writing supposes to mean.

"Hmm?  Oh, it's not.  It's a traditional 'filler text' for seeing what something looks like when you aren't paying attention to the actual words."

"...Like, it's literally meaningless even in the original Latin; someone fucked up a transcription very badly.  And then webdev picked it up and ran with it as a sample text."

"Huh, ok. You know, do you have... some sort of innate pain resistance or something?" He asks in the tones of someone that talks about the weather to avoid uncomfortable silences.

"Eh?  How do you mean...?"

"...You have taken remarkably well to stabbing yourself."

"It's no worse than a blood draw, and that's certainly not the most pain I've ever experienced.  Plus there's actually a spot in the human hand that doesn't have any pain receptors."

"What...? That can't be right." Pause. "At least not for our kind of human? And you haven't been using your hand to keep the crystal." He points at her bicep.

"Yeah, which is why I said the thing about blood draws first.  It's wrapped around pretty tight anyway, and it's the motion that really hurts, y'know?  I'm not sure I'm sure about the no-pain spot, honestly, like, I heard it once, a decade ago, but...Lemme try it."

One very small crystal sliver, broken off...

Some careful pokes...

"...Bah.  That didn't work.  Oh well."

"Was someone trying to do a mean prank on you?"

"Nah, a stage magician has this trick of stabbing himself through the hand with a knife, and he said, in, like, a behind-the-scenes context, that that was part of how it worked."

"That... is not a mean prank, but it sounds like only on a technicality."

"Eh, I'd file it under 'cool trick I saw once but can't replicate due to lacking prerequisite skill slash knowledge'."

Nod.

"What do you think of...?"

"...of...?"

"Nothing. Just... this situation."

"...Didn't really sound like nothing.  ...It's kind of a mess, honestly?  I feel bad for y'all; you were even less equipped for this than I am.  ...And like, that's not saying I'm particularly prepared, either; I'm just very well-read and actually got to bring stuff.

"And then there's the cloning thing, which...I'd probably be okay with it, but y'all aren't me, so, yeah.  It's even more mess on top of that.

"And like, none of you deserve to have to deal with this shit?

"So, yeah, that's my opinion."

"It's a good opinion."

"...Something's still eating at you."

"I am just thinking that maybe we should be trying harder to stop the cloning." He is not making eye contact.

"...No, that's not it.  C'mon, talk to me.  Be honest.  I promise, however this goes, I'm not going to treat you worse for it."