"I told you, I'll help you out. It'll be useful for me to know a healer, who knows what I'm going to do to myself. Case in point," he raised his hand and showed off his bruised knuckles. He'd been working out some of his stress (and some leftover alcohol) the night before and had misjudged a punch, striking the bag wrong and leaving his hand swollen and stinging. If he'd been smarter he would have called it quits then, but he was still feeling unsteady and scared so he'd redone his wraps and gone at the bag again. At least he'd remembered to ice his hand when he got home.