If Maribelle even knew half of what that meant, or even half of what he'd been through she probably would feel sick at just the thought of having to deal with all that. She was however experienced in matters of an injured human body, and even after a few days of healing to still be in this kind of shape? She'd already moved to his side of the table to start getting a closer look at his wounds and bandages.

"Dear Naga... you really must have been wrestling dragons with your bare hands to get this wounded." Little did she know that was merely a footnote in his very, very, long day. "Well so long as you are working for me, I will see to it that you receive as little paperwork to fill out as possible. Fighting men such as yourself are rarely well suited to it as it is, and there will be far more important matters for you to attend to than daily reports." She's pretty sure that's the kind of reports he was referring to at any rate.

"Hmm... With your permission, I would like to treat your injuries. I have studied in the healing arts since I was but a young girl, and I believe that I can have you feeling quite better in a matter of minutes." She pulls out her mend staff, tapping the tip of it to the palm of her hand.