D'ire perked up at that, but then remembered what infirmary klah was like.
"I'll be fine without klah." He said, with the tone of someone who really, really wanted some klah.
He looked at Tareg.
"Go on. You're not in any trouble, and answer any questions about any past injuries honestly." He said.
A trader's brat would know when to shout if the healer did anything he shouldn't.