A healer who doesn't like to stick his victims with needles and shove them full of potions and tie them to a bed? Am I still dreaming?

[She's trying to joke and sound cheerful as she debates if she can even make it back to her quarters without collapsing and trying to weigh if trying and failing is more embarrassing than admitting to Adrien she doesn't think she can.]

So. Sleep, eat cardboard food, and don't sneeze when you have a hole in your stomach. I think I can manage...