Of course. She held Wynne in too high an opinion not to respect a healer's space - especially when they work in such challenging conditions such as these. Another thing that needs attention, needs work, but there are only so many hands and so many hours in the day.

Nodding at the information, her mouth tugs into a slight from with the description of the injury, gaze casting towards her scout for a moment in a brief, severe reprimand that does not last more than a moment, before she retrains her gaze on the healer.
"I understand." He will have his medicine, every drop, no matter how he protests the taste.

And at the joke, she doesn't quite smile, there there is a hint of something at the corners of her mouth. Not quite smiling, not quite amused, not quite anything beyond the Nightingale.
"Do not worry. If he does not comply with his rest order," Leliana replies, quite calmly, "there will be no need for his leg fall off." A significant look at her scout, who nods, and the shadow of a smile. Leliana's brand of caring is complex, perhaps, but her people are valuable to her, and she will do everything she can to protect them, to keep them safe - even from their own bull-headedness. This is a scout who returned to Skyhold sooner than seek medical attention. Dedicated, but reckless with his own well-being. Her threads come from a loving place, one could suppose.

"I appreciate your assistance. No doubt Scout Shawling does, as well. Detlef, isn't it?"