Without moving, complaint, or questions, Aleron submits to whatever this is that this doctor is attempting by touching him. He hardly sees how it will do a thing without a poultice or potion at hand, but then such matters are beyond his ken.

"What is what?" he queries in reply. "I've suffered no injury that I'm aware of beyond what you see before you." That's actually not true. He suffered a severe concussion some five years ago but red lyrium poisoning and torture has driven that memory from his mind. But that's long since healed and forgotten.