Frith wouldn't wait for the signal to start eating, not that he would feel any kind of rude about it either. He deserved this chunk of the meal, he'd bled over that catch he deserved every bite. He didn't feel offended that his son sought out a second opinion to his doctor, he probably would have done the same thing. Frith thought himself quite sound, but the reality could have been a lot different. He wasn't quite out of the water yet, there was still a small chance of infection. Not that he had any doubts of Sorrel's ability.
He would perk his ears in his nephews direction as he offered his prescription. Frith really needed to take it easy and rest once he'd made it back. Though he decided he wasn't going to sit around for very long, with one last note to his son Sorrel would be off. "Thank you!" the chocolate man would call after the boy, mouth still filled with food as he looked back to Aslan. "Ready to scare your mother?" He had no idea how his wife would react to his injury.
