His smile slips a little, the corners strained. (Why would you poke the bear like this, Yuja?)

"Of course it could not possibly hold a candle to our greatest healers. Why, if one of them were here, I'm sure they could diagnose your ailment in a heartbeat and offer a solution."

He takes a seat on the edge of her bed and pats the approximate lump where her knee should be under the blankets. "Alas, you shall have to make do with my meagre skills."