"What?" The puff of a laugh, bizarre. Still. Known some to itch for taking orders from the Mothers, "Sorry you got shit for it. Always someone thinks respect comes from a stick."

Entendre intended. He's watching the path ahead, where it breaks apart to a series of floating stepstones. Picks his words careful:

"Try and limit magic healing, when I can," Though he's never heard for a healing potion like that. Doctor Siegfried set it, and he's dutifully downed mundane tinctures, but, "Some things just take time."

An echo to what he told Tav. Man fainted last time Cedric called on him, no sense in that; and Isaac's right out. Didn't survive the war to let that fuck near his bones.