No one likes to be fussed over, but that's never stopped Sawbones from being the one to do the fussing. And having a problem to address makes her more clear eyed and sharp.

She frowns and takes his hand, feeling for scar tissue and testing for motion range, "Elfroot and willow bark. Nothin' I have in stock, but Colin ought to. Meantime, let's get you some hot stones."

And they're going to the kitchens now. No, he doesn't have a choice.