That's the kind of healing Stone is used to. The mentors of his people put their power into poultices. So he simply grunts and pulls his shirt aside a little further to give him room. It's definitely colder than a mentor's poultice, but he can handle it. "Pain doesn't bother me much. I've had much worse than this."

He tilts his head a little to show him a scar across his throat, difficult to see when it's gray on gray but still visible when Stone taps it with one finger. It looks rather like something tried to bite it open. "This one took me days to recover from enough to change shape again."