( Urianger hums at the offer. )

I confess, I have grown far more accustomed to tending to the ailments of others than to myself. Thy counsel would be most welcome.

( Not only welcome, but an opportunity to learn some slightly more practical ways to care for himself. Urianger's skill with magic means he often cuts corners when it comes to taking care of himself: he heals himself with celestial aether and uses his abilities to avoid having to focus on his physical strength, which means he's a little ...

Well. Underdeveloped, in that regard. He could stand to take a lesson or two from Thancred in how to keep his body in better condition for recovery. )

Indeed, thy stature doth suggest thou art well-accustomed to keeping thyself fit and strong.

( Thancred is dressed up, sure, but that's a tank bod under those fancy clothes. As with Moenbryda's powerful figure: Urianger has noticed, he has observed respectfully, and he has slotted it away in the back of his mind because there's nothing more he can do with that information — right? )

I suspect there is much I could learn from thee.