Did he want a healer? He should see a healer. But honestly, Arthur wasn't that worried about the bruise itself — he had a cream for it at home, and he'd gotten worse bruises and gone without seeing a healer for longer. He considered Emrys, swallowed around the lump in his own throat. He had to articulate the fear.

"I want to — figure out how this happened," Art said. Emrys was smarter than he was. Emrys could help him figure out what, exactly, went wrong with him. "Before a healer." Because he really was worried that when a healer got to him they wouldn't believe him — about the feeling or about the lack of drugs in his system, or both.