[ It truly is. He isn't bothered by the words, so much as... Well. It's a similar sensation to when Will had complimented him, really, now that he thinks about it. Perhaps that's all it is, simply adjusting to others being so casual with him.
He gently shakes himself - literally - for a second, getting his feathers to settle again. ]
I am still not used to these boons. They often have a mind of their own. But I would be honored to be your healer, Your Highness.
[ It's said with a little curve of lips, trying to lighten the awkward little bit of tension with some levity. But not for long. He has work to do.
And once he gets the bandages off, he pulls in a breath. ]
Oh, Founder.
[ Dion has been trying to mend these himself? With only poultices, and in places he cannot easily reach alone? These will take weeks to heal, even with proper application of salve...
His fingers itch to cast a spell. He could fix this so, so easily. Dion wouldn't have to be in pain, he wouldn't need daily reapplication of bandages. And Joshua would gladly spend his own energy to do it, too. But Dion had requested no spells, and like as not, Clive would be able to feel it and would kick down the door to make him stop.
So, he bites down on his lip and refrains. For now. To keep the itch from being overwhelming, he focuses on the wounds instead, moving to the sink to wet a cloth so that they can be cleaned first. The other burns were fine without, but these are closer to the heart.
Once he returns with it, he kneels on the floor, oh so gently dabbing at the burns to ensure there isn't anything foreign trapped there. ]
Dion, I must request - no, I insist that you see me daily. If I am to heal these without my magic, we will need to ensure they are clean and rebandaged frequently.
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[ It truly is. He isn't bothered by the words, so much as... Well. It's a similar sensation to when Will had complimented him, really, now that he thinks about it. Perhaps that's all it is, simply adjusting to others being so casual with him.
He gently shakes himself - literally - for a second, getting his feathers to settle again. ]
I am still not used to these boons. They often have a mind of their own. But I would be honored to be your healer, Your Highness.
[ It's said with a little curve of lips, trying to lighten the awkward little bit of tension with some levity. But not for long. He has work to do.
And once he gets the bandages off, he pulls in a breath. ]
Oh, Founder.
[ Dion has been trying to mend these himself? With only poultices, and in places he cannot easily reach alone? These will take weeks to heal, even with proper application of salve...
His fingers itch to cast a spell. He could fix this so, so easily. Dion wouldn't have to be in pain, he wouldn't need daily reapplication of bandages. And Joshua would gladly spend his own energy to do it, too. But Dion had requested no spells, and like as not, Clive would be able to feel it and would kick down the door to make him stop.
So, he bites down on his lip and refrains. For now. To keep the itch from being overwhelming, he focuses on the wounds instead, moving to the sink to wet a cloth so that they can be cleaned first. The other burns were fine without, but these are closer to the heart.
Once he returns with it, he kneels on the floor, oh so gently dabbing at the burns to ensure there isn't anything foreign trapped there. ]
Dion, I must request - no, I insist that you see me daily. If I am to heal these without my magic, we will need to ensure they are clean and rebandaged frequently.