I'm A Little Thrown Off Today

Jigsaw didn't expect his first patient to be an argumentative one, and he stood dumbfounded and grasping for words as she gently shut down his treatment plan. What did healers do when their patients refused to listen? What did healers do when the patient maybe knew more medicine then the healer? Jigsaw frowned in thought, glancing up at the woman with an expression that could only be read as defeat. If he wasn't careful, his entire plan would all fall into the mud when Recluse learned he allowed a patient to defy his professional wishes. That wasn't very lead-healer like. "You're right, you can do some small things." He conceded, though his tone said he knew it all along. "But you can only come out of your den if it's really important. If you want, I can come see you in the morning and bring you things to do when I give you your checkups." There. Situation salvaged.

He sat himself down and placed his bag of herbs to the side, he sure as heck wasn't going to be responsible for walking the injured wolf around the territory so if she wanted to talk, they could talk here where her leg could heal. "I'm Jigsaw!" He announced proudly, though his expression dropped into thoughtfulness for a brief moment as he wondered, should I have introduced myself as Dr. Klein? oh well, too late now. "I'm going to be promoted soon, I just know it. I'm so excited. What are you going to be?" The pack was all so new, Jigsaw could recognize their faces but couldn't guess to what rank they held or were to hold.