Honestly, he hardly noticed the pain, though he wouldn't deny that the ice did take away some of that pain that he didn't notice. He was having a time of it to not just stare at her as she talked and jabbered away about magical stuff. She spoke of it all so very matter-of-factly.

"I think," he said, his voice unconsciously dropping a bit lower, "that you're a fine nurse. No, healer, wouldn't it be? Or, medi-witch?" He chuckled. "Whichever it may be, you did a good job," he told her. 

He didn't want to pull his hand from hers, but he did. He did only because he suddenly unsure of the thoughts going through his head. She was his little sister's friend and he knew absolutely nothing about her outside of the fact that she was pretty, loved fashion, and that the way she took care of his hand showed kindness and intelligence. 

At that very moment, Caitlin walked back in, her eyes going a bit wide as she caught sight of his hand. She was crossing the distance and giving him a concerned look as she gently touched his arm.

"Oh, I'm alright. Just being a bit of a klutz," he explained. "In fact," he cleared his throat a bit, "I should go and have, uh, let mum...ya know, be mum?" he said, backing up a bit and giving Sabrina a small smile. "It was nice to meet you." Never let it be said he didn't keep his manners. "Do your best to keep this one," he nodded at his sister, "from hogging the conversation." And he was still entirely able to harass his sister. Before they could entice him to remain, he left the room, though he chanced one last glance at Sabrina.