Darius eyed Drake carefully for a moment before sighing, shifting, his finger tips brushed up against the side of a pant leg, fingers tingling before he gestured carelessly in Drake's direction, administering a Cura spell.
"This doesn't mean you're allowed to go get in another fight. That arm needs to be rested for another good couple days." There was a slight frown to on his face before Darius turned, signaling for Drake to head out and began to pick up, prepping for the next patient that would need his services.
"Yeah, maybe." The words were passive as he waited for Drake to head out of the room.