Ugh if he wasn't the most stubborn...

A flicker of annoyance crossed her face, but not much could displace the worry. His attempt at a rebuttal of her use of his first name was weak at best and Febs was not going to be dissuaded from the real point here. Not now, determined as he may be to derail her, he needed someone to actually take a look at him. "I'll call you Your Majesty if it gets you to let me go get a healer." She countered without thinking. She was thinking about how she could get out of the room without him yanking on her arm again or realistically upsetting him any further.

"I know you don't like accepting help, but you can't take care of this like you did your hands. A trained professional needs to assess the situation." Febby started to pull her hands away and move off the bed; she wasn't going to wait around for permission forever.