"You're welcome." Darius took a deep breath, readying himself for the relocation of, what appeared to be, an anterior dislocation. Then a thought occurred. "We could give you a painkiller before resetting. It'd take a while to kick in though, you'd have to hang around for at least twenty minutes to an hour." Of course, looking after one patient this long was far from what Darius had planned on today, but this type of resetting could bring a horrid level of pain with it too. As much as Drake did stupid shit, Darius knew, at least this time, it was with a remotely good cause. Everyone wanted to make sure their guild looked good and this was just how the Fighter's did it since there was little else they could do during all the festivities.
"We could use a localized anesthetic." It all seemed simple enough to him, and it might help with some of the other issues Drake was having. Though, then Darius would have to assess all of Drake's injuries now, before administering such a thing, and then treat all of them in appropriate order after the other man was drugged up sufficiently.