Well, Howard figures that really, there isn't much she can do to make it worse, which is why he so willingly hands over his arm, as it were. Rather, he lets her take it easily, even biting his lip to stop himself from whimpering too loudly from the pain. It is, at least, a relatively clean break, and he was quick to hold it to his chest, cradling it to himself so that it would hold fast.

"I've had to deal with getting patched up without morphine before.

(A nasty explosion in France once with a gash in his leg. They'd offered him morphine, but heavens know that should be saved for the poor guys coming back having their limbs removed, so he had suffered through.

He nods, hesitantly but still there, because he's been healed by magic here before, too.

"Let's try the magic thing first, and if that doesn't work, we'll do the other."