Well of course you can manage. That much is obvious. [He offers Bruce a smile there as the last bruise is touched up, and Gavin begins to flex his sore muscles. The poultices were already doing their job - numbing the pain away, quietly.]

If I didn't think you could manage, I wouldn't bother you so often with my - ah - accidents. But there's a difference between managing and-- [He paused, frowning, not sure of the word he wanted as he picked up his shirt and carefully tried sliding it back on.]

I just want to make sure I'm not an added burden when you already have enough. That's all. And if there's anything I can do to help out around here, make it easier...

[He trailed off, honestly wanting to be helpful but at the same time knowing very well that he was the last person that should be doing anyone's medical care.]