Mathus smiled at Brooke's comment as he pulled out a pad of sterilized gauze and soaked it with the foul antiseptic. The melodrama was, unfortunately, lost on him--he was not quick when it came to sarcasm or irony in English.
As he took her hand in his and gently pressed the pad to the picked away spot, he said in earnest, “I hope so. If not, I may be able to recommend you to another healer--she does excellent work.” He gently dabbed around the tortured skin of her hand, mildly pleased at the way she wasn't flinching away. “Though, I'm sure your Exchange has a wider network than me.”
As he took her hand in his and gently pressed the pad to the picked away spot, he said in earnest, “I hope so. If not, I may be able to recommend you to another healer--she does excellent work.” He gently dabbed around the tortured skin of her hand, mildly pleased at the way she wasn't flinching away. “Though, I'm sure your Exchange has a wider network than me.”