Of course though, Darius was a White Mage, and it was almost required of him to feel like things were actually much worse than they were. In some manner, it was almost preferred to mildly play up the degree of injuries for the more active fighters. That way they'd feel they needed to take it easier than they really needed to, hopefully, and would be able to recover in a matter of days instead of having linger injuries that spanned weeks.
Darius sighed when Drake made comment about the cake being for him. He didn't really need, and most of the time didn't actually want, gifts from patients. He knew the other man was trying to be nice, so he'd keep his mouth shut regarding it for the time being. "Safer choice anyway." Twisting at the waist, Darius reached back, grabbing one of the guards and offering it up to Drake. "You might wanna invest in one of those for when you go out on the field, help keep your teeth in tact." It was a somewhat passive comment, intended to help prevent stress on himself in the future as much as it was to help with Drake's own health.
Waiting a moment, he allowed Drake to prepare and when it looked like the man was probably ready, Darius moved into position. "Ready?"