[ D’Artagnan shoves his fist into his friend’s patella. ]

Stop that.

[ But he’s smirking, despite himself. The dog has nosed over to them, limping a little. D’Artagnan leans around, looking at the leg in question.

The worker seems to have noticed their distraction, because from somewhere behind, she is quick to explain. ]

That one had an infection, a couple weeks back. He’ll be fine, but he’s still recovering. He wouldn’t be up to guarding you boys yet.