"Tomorrow," he agrees with a nod, then holds his right hand up, moving his fingers stiffly. The sleeve slips down a bit, which makes the extent of the bandages more obvious.

"Tomorrow I can help with rearranging stuff. Those potions and whatever else Pudding and Kuai came up with are pretty great, I gotta say." He flexes his sore wrist experimentally, then has another bite of the stew, grateful he can at least grab onto the spoon with only a dull throb of pain.