[ Joshua's smile grows warmer at that. Pushing away from the counter, he shakes his head, crossing the floor. ]

It isn't foolish at all. What is important to you isn't foolish. Even something as simple as a poultice.

[ He pauses, a respectable distance from Dion, but close enough to speak more softly. Confidentiality. ]

I will not use my magic, I promise you. I've some salve and bandages with me, if you would like me to treat you while the water boils. Or you could meet me at the clinic tomorrow, if you'd rather.