[ While most of the time healing magicks are more than enough to mend any aches and pains, gashes or broken bones, there are times when it isn't. Urianger had been in that cave for an entire moon without access to any healing and at that point the damage was already done. It doesn't surprise Thancred that he's still feeling it. ]

One man's blind spot is another's expertise. I would be more than happy to assist.

[ Welcome to Physical Therapy 101, Urianger. Thancred will wait until they're back at Castle Thorne to delve into all of it, but he is already thinking about what sort of regimen would serve his friend best.

At the comment about his stature, he huffs out a laugh and shoots a glance down at himself. Yes, even the formal wear doesn't hide everything, does it? Of course, Urianger has seen him with his coat off and only his undershirt and trousers on, so he knows what he's talking of here. ]

You're too kind, good sir. 'Tis only what's necessary when one's job is to plumb hitherto unknown depths, many which are rife with danger.

[ The song is nearing an end, he senses, though they reach the edge of the dancefloor and he pulls Urianger through what will likely be the final difficult maneuver: a quick spin in which he tightens his grip on him to help him through the steps. ]

— I have you. [ And as promised, they come out of the twirl with no harm done. ]