"Three? Four days ago?" John answers, offering a helpless shrug to the younger man in reply, half raising a hand as if to touch it himself before thinking better of it.

"I was not able to see that it was tended to after it happened, I am sorry to say. Or -- have it tended to at all, for that matter," he explains. Which might explain why it looks so terrible, bruised, and swollen.

"Please," he says, gently waving off Anduin's apology, if indeed that is what it can be called. "Any help you can offer is far more than I have had, and I will be grateful for it."