He hardly had a choice, really. Her voice seemed surprisingly sharp despite the heaviness that clung to the air around them; it cut through instantly, catching him off guard as he stopped mid-step. For a moment, he merely appeared dumbfounded but as she zoomed off in such a hurry, he resigned to the fact that he had no choice in the matter. He should have known. If there was one thing that Riopat did not seem to care about sharing, it was the love she had for her job. He'd always wondered if she healed others so well because she could not heal some part of herself. With a hoarse sigh, he slowly lowered himself onto his good side, leaning back onto himself in an effort to begin better cleansing the wound. Perhaps it was his stubbornness and yet, he refused to believe it was bad enough to merit her tiring herself out over.

She she returned, she spent no time hesitating. Instantly, he knew to lay himself down, pressing the side of his head against the ground as she tested the proverbial waters. He could not help the lowest of growls that rumbled at the throbbing, another dose of pain caused by somebody not himself. Still, he attempted to speak, keeping his mind elsewhere as he stared off beyond the dunes.

"By the end of this, I'm going to owe you far too much. Perhaps I can name that island after you - I see you like there. Riopat's Isle has a ring to it, don't you think?"

Perhaps it was tiredness that made it seem like the most logical idea and yet, it made him grin to himself all the same before she dashed off once more to fetch her tools of madness. In other words, she had gone to fetch him more pain. How had they gotten into this situation? After all, he had come in hopes of mending some of her own and yet, here she was running quite literally back and forth. Again, he sighed, trying his hardest to keep still though his mind continuously wondered on other things he ought to be doing. At least, he figured, Jumanji was not here to see him in such a pitiful state, though he supposed even Riopat seeing him in such a condition was embarrassing enough.

"We might as well get this over and done with. There's an island to name and mouths to feed. It's not the right time for me to be crying like a child, don't you think?"

He looked back at her, hissing beneath his breath as the salt felt as if it were eating his flesh away. It was an intense sting, a counteraction to the throbbing he had felt only moments ago. If this was a taste, then he hardly wanted to finish the meal. It had to be done, though, and he knew he had no choice in that matter at least. He could have stood up and hobbled away... yet, he had to wonder if Riopat was opposed to forcefully restraining her subjects.