The tone conveys more than the words do, so early as she is in her efforts to learn his mother tongue, and she gives him an obstinate look led by the jut of her jaw—

“We're going back to the infirmary,” she says, in bitten off trade, “right now, and if you're lucky I'm taking you to the fucking vet.”

Siegfried's disinterest in healing anything that isn't an animal will be irrelevant, due to Cedric having done something as dumb as an ox.