"Not quite yet," he said, trying to wriggle his foot and wincing at how much it hurt. Why didn't they write about this in books? Dale had a good mind to write his own book with lots of words for pain from a thesaurus. "Not until my feet stop hurting at any rate."
He let Patrick move him, feeling like a rag doll. It hurt less once he could relax against the other man and he relaxed, breathing deeply. "Trust me, I'm not stubborn. You can do whatever you want as long as it hurts less."
Dale smiled up at the other man. "Presumptuous, aren't you?" he teased, his good humour coming back as the potion got into his system. Everything still hurt but he felt more like himself and less like he'd just had all of his bones cracked.