Nigel found himself nodding along, somewhat mesmerized by watching Enid work on his arm. "Right, a week, easy enough." He was relieved she could take care of it at the Glen, so he didn't have to go to the hospital. It was nothing personal for her, the hospital just always gave him a lingering sense of unease that he didn't like very much.

"Ready," he confirmed, gritting his teeth a little bit, trying to contain the hiss that threatened to come out as the dittany hit his skin. Nigel had been inured a lot as a kid and somewhat in his line of work, but he never quite got used to the magical or traditional medicinal methods of healing. Hopefully Enid wouldn't think any less of him for it.