"It's a drug. It numbs the pain." He wrinkles his nose, he hadn't expected anyone to have any around here, though he did think that if someone could create it they'd be in for a pretty penny. Of course, healing magic was one thing, and it was very handy, sometimes having something to kill the pain was good too.

It was kind of nice, he thought, having her talk to him. That was something he remembered too from the war days. Not something he had had to do, but that he'd heard of. Friends going in with others if they were injured to talk to them, to try to distract them from thinking about the pain. His eyebrows raise in surprise. "How did you get shot?"

He cleared his throat, and then nodded slowly, closing his eyes. It would help him, he imagined, to concentrate on deep breaths, focus away from the pain.

...praying? That was how she was going to fix him? He opened his eyes again, and his mouth too to say something, how he wasn't really a believer, but then he stared in awe at her, utterly transfixed with how she looked. And yes, his arm hurt, he almost wanted to roughly pull his arm back and cradle it to his chest again, but he was far too absorbed in watching her to do so, and then to his own arm as the words moved to his.