His ministrations pause for a moment as he flashes a smile at Mhavos, eyes on his face before returning to his work.

"I've been lucky here so far."

The worst of his injuries had been in Nevarra, really. None so bad as what's already marked him: the poorly-healed fingers of his left hand, the scar arching along the right side of his throat.

"But I'll remember that offer. Would I be taking advantage of your good will to ask that you be sure you've a story to tell me while you patch up this future wound?"