Sigmund grunted a bit at the suggestion to healing him, punctures to his flesh making themselves known when the offer was made. As if to placate the wounds, he guestured to them. "You are too kind, madam." Came the thanks with a light bow.<br/><br/>Assuming his wounds had sealed, Sigmund would then turn to Kachina, a warm, gentle hand placed under her chin to coax her gaze to his. "What say you, Kachina?" the name rolling off his tongue with a well imitated elven accent, "Shiloh seems content with handling the halfling herself. Care to entertain me while she busies herself?"