Cain gazed back into the doctor's eyes. He was trying to berate him? How unimaginative. Clearly he had dealt with only children for too long. Cain stood, done with the games of humans. "Your services are no longer required. My magicka had replenished." He made a few handsigns and incantated, "Secret Fire Style: Simmering Flames." A glow showed through his bandage as a burning sensation quickly repaired his wound. It wasn't perfect, but it was safe enough for movement. He tore off the bandage, revealing a nasty scar where his wound had been. There was still redness and slight bruising, but it was good enough for the time being. 

"I am not a simple shifter." He stated informatively to the doctor. "I took you for a man with enough sense to deduce this from my appearance alone." Was that a snap back? Why had he done that? It had no use or purpose. He shook his head slightly, "You will take me to Amuné. She will be concerned if I do not inform her of my survival." [@shylarah]