[ he is indeed a twig, weighing probably far less than someone even his small size should, although he doesn't look quite as thin as he probably should.

he gently dusts himself off once he's risen, hums out a noise that says he's listening. ]

I'm afraid I'm not ill. It's my biology, you could say. [ he glances up, smile returning, breezy and frankly honest. ] I'll gladly take the recommendations, though. I rely on medications for pain management, and I haven't found a physician here yet.