[ Perhaps there's something in Harold's tone, or it's the wording that makes Gorgug feel that this is an ability that will be noted and tucked away for future use-- and that's not a bad thing, probably, but Gorgug nevertheless feels awkward as: ]

Uh, well, if I'm tired or if the wound's bigger, or fresher, I don't know how well I'll do-- you really want an actual healer. But I'm okay if you've got no one else and something's serious? You were already recovering. I don't know how good I'd be if you just got shot.

[ He can't help but downplay it, even beyond his usual personality. How could he, when he knows what a real healer can look like? People are often wow'd by his magical skill, usually because they come from worlds without it. And if they actually met more magically advanced people, they might realise where about his level lies.

Still, he does add, looking at Harold with a somewhat strained, but trying (to be positive) expression: ] But practice makes perfect.

[ He has been trying to work on his healing abilities, anyway.... amongst every other single project he's got going on. ]