He turned his head to look beyond the entrance that he was standing in at the patients who were having whatever ailed them treated. He was healing just fine on his own, thank you very much, though he was running afoul with a lack of supplies. That had never stopped him before.

"My ailment requires the production of a medicinal from my world. I have a limited supply, but I haven't the expertise to reproduce it currently."

He regarded the other man while still keeping the mutilated side of his face pointed in that direction. "But perhaps doctors here are currently hamstringed by the same rudimentary healing techniques of our ancestors. A shame."