"Well, I've no idea how much I should expect a wound caused by a vampire and healed by a midnight witch to hurt, so that's still not very reassuring. You should work on that."

He flicks Faolan an idly amused smile, finishing taping him up and stands again -- one hand brushing along Faolan's shoulder in gentle reassurance.

"Painkillers it is, then. We can always pick up something stronger if this turns out not to be enough."

Letting go he pads away through to the bathroom finally, the cabinet opening with a distant clink as he shuffles through it before reappearing a moment later with a small packet. They're about the strongest over the counter stuff you can get, but they're still not prescription painkillers.