"I am fine." He is fine. His wounds have healed and if anything, he's just stiff. So damn stiff and sore from not properly moving about while healing. There is making sure you don't hurt yourself more while you heal and there is not letting muscles and tissue get too used to being prone and sitting about too much. While he is king and sitting is a big part of that, he's so used to doing than sitting.

"All I've done is be still." The king grumbles, but there is a hint of interest at what the halfling is doing and he watches, breath stilling a bit when fingers touch over his skin.

"I cannot say I've heard of this remedy to a restless king." Is this how hobbits dealt with restless ornery folk back in the Shire? How naughty.