Jolie hesitates, looking up at his face for a searching moment, but then takes the knife with a determined expression. Of course she has to do it. She's learning. Ugh. Her hands are immediately bloody, holding the rabbit-bird with one hand and the knife with the other.

She's not weak, but most of her strength is in arms and legs and core, for swimming, not wrists for cutting, so it takes her a minute of sawing to get through. "Are we keeping the wings? There's probably meat on them, too."