[Sebastian sighs, deflates a bit where he's sitting... shakes his head a little in an effort to clear it somewhat. His foot will be fine without any tending to until this nonsense finally stops, he figures - it's not bleeding, so leaving it as it is won't kill him.
...Let's attempt to be slightly useful, and also direct attention away from ourselves:]
Medicine here is more potent than the ones available in England. I keep some for asthma in that same cabinet.