[ Sebastian couldn't let his injuries prevent him from being pleasant and hospitable. He had to keep up appearance in spite of all of this. Placing a hand over his middle, gingerly of course, he took a small bow. ] Sebastian Michaelis, Sir, [ He took but a moment to scrutinize himself, a small smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. ] and this is not but a scratch. It looks worse than it actually is.
[ But Raistlin appeared insistent on helping, and while Sebastian didn't want to involve others in his and his Master's affairs, he found he couldn't tell the man no. It was just something about him. His suspicious were confirmed as he enchanted the cup with a strange mixture of herbs. ]
[ Sebastian gratefully took the cup, his gaze dropping to it as Raistlin explained what it was meant to do. ] ...and just what did I do to deserve this? [ He took a sip, eyes closing as the small taste seemed to set him at ease. ] There must be something I can do to repay you for your kindness.