Well that's a clear enough answer, one that makes his chest feel full. He tilts his head against hers, wishing he could lift his arm to stroke her face, but -- it was seeming like he'd get another chance.

"I will," he murmurs. "They'll be worried about you too. It was a sullen week on the Strahl without our beloved healer."

He keeps working on his tea, though, sitting up only to eat a little more. "Alright," he says, nuzzling against her head once more, "I think I'm ready to be bandaged and sleep again."