Sorrel wasn't exactly the greatest healer in the world when it came to bedside manner. Many perhaps would have opened with the fact that they could help, offered some sort of reassurance that they weren't there to harm them any further. Not Sorrel though, the woman had a reason to be wary, she was injured at a stranger now stood before her, his intentions completely unknown.
Sorrel of course didn't see things from her point of view. She was just being awkward and unnecessarily hostile in his opinion. It was almost as though he thought she ought to know right off the bat that he was there to help and ought to cooperate as best as she could. Truly they probably were not the greatest patient and doctor pairing in this world though they were stuck with each other for now.
"I'm a healer." He responded. He wasn't a fighter though, he wouldn't go too close to her just yet though he vowed in that moment that if she didn't just stand still and let him look at the damn leg then he didn't care what Ellingham said, he was going home! "Now will you let me look or shall I just go and leave you to suffer?"
