[That, at least, gets a faint snort of amusement in response.]

Imagine the scandal.

[But for the matter at hand, he simply nods, his free hand curling against the edge of the cot to grip it, his gaze following the rune text as it descends. A shiver runs through him, but the sensation is undeniably magic.]

I'm ready. However unpleasant it may be, it's better than a fractured arm— and of course, I trust you.

[Which means he is willing to bear no small amount of discomfort for her to do what she must to aid him.]

I'll be the ideal patient, I promise.