OOC: Ok, didn't expect that. At least you left me some room to work with, seeing as I hadn't intended for anyone to tend my leg. Brat.
Twist had injured his leg in battle with some old enemies he had made the mistake of assuming were long since deceased. A hard lesson he should never have had to relearn, considering that Dragons aren't the only near-immortal species on the Planes.
Instinctively, he tried to hide his injury as Carn attempted to uncover it. A second later, however, he deduced her purpose.
Of course, as an elf she has a natural gift for healing. She intends to show her power as such.
Fortunately for him, it was not a serious wound. His calf had swollen, and garish bruising had enveloped it. Letting Carn work her magic in silence, he observed her technique. While he himself had no real practice with healing or divine magic, he recognized that she was not only fairly competent, but also quite practiced.
"How I was injured is a story for another time. Suffice it to say that while I am the most powerful mage in this region, I am not the strongest in all the Planes. This is just one of the many limitations of your squishy humanoid forms."
When she finished, he stood, tested his weight, and nodded. "Much better. Still sore, but that's to be expected given it's nature."
Twist then sat back down, and grinned at Carn.
"Now then. You're quite adept at healing. How about demonstrating something that you have learned from
my tome instead?"