John shrugs slightly, breathing against the discomfort of even the lightest of pressures against his injury. The salve does feel nice though, once she starts to apply it.

"Well, I was dying, at the time," he acquiesces. "Or at least, that had been my assumption. You did at least seem awfully concerned, from what I can recall."

He flashes her a smile, in response to the comment about doctoring. He supposes, being married to Jamie especially, it would rather be a theme in her life, wouldn't it?

"Not at all," he replies, gently. "I am yours, for any conversation you need, my dear."