"...I'm fortunate she didn't break my spine or crush my skull. ...I've had a lot worse. I'll heal in a few days."

"Fortunate," the Fool ends up repeating the word aloud to himself, softly under his breath, and has to look away for a moment. He won't be charmed by that wry smile this time. Perhaps, if this had not followed so closely on the heels of Fitz's disappearance--

He brandishes a finger at Devin and instructs him, "Leave the cloth against your eye," and then moves out of the kitchen further into his small apartment. He disappears into the small bathroom, located beside a closed door that undoubtedly leads to the Fool's bedroom, and emerges a short time later with another cloth, a basin of warm water, and a canister of something that smells fragrantly herbal.

"It is a salve made from arnica." He sets the supplies down very carefully, regarding them rather than his friend's face for a moment. "I used it myself after--after I was attacked. But I am now quite well," said with an artless gesture to himself, "as you can see, and so I offer the rest of this to you, for help with your pain."

Undoubtedly, he will protest. The Fool regards him quietly. "Please, Devin."