At first Caradoc was keeping a close eye on what Emmeline was doing - something that included staring at his injured arm as she began the mending process. However this quickly proved rather disturbing. Pain potion or no, he was still very much aware of the fact that his bones were now shifting and cracking audibly. Looking away didn't change that fact, but as soon as he did so he felt at least a little bit less like he might be ill.
"Oh, ah..." He trained his eyes on one of the canisters resting on a table across the room, forcing himself to think about all of the funny things a mischievous child might consume when his or her parents weren't paying attention. "A bite? Was it bad?" A bite had to have been worse than this. Although he imagined it didn't involve moving ones bones around.