[he follows viktor's glance backwards towards rio and--ah, right. pensive, fitz allows his wit awareness to quest thoughtfully out towards rio's mind before thinking better of it. perhaps after he's had these bloodstones removed.]

I should not like to test out my immunity to poisoning, [he notes with a dry huff of laughter, spoken like someone who has already been poisoned before and would like to pass on revisiting the experience, thanks. he carefully hoists himself back upright, and there nighteyes appears at his side to support his weight.] Ah--I think I can manage it this time. But thank you. [this to both viktor and to rio, smiling a little, as he makes his way to one of the exam tables.

he settles himself as instructed and looks only modestly uncomfortable as he does so. best to keep the thread of that conversation going so he doesn't have to focus too much of his attention on what might be required to extract the stones from his knee.] I have noticed that. The lack of pain, that is. I'd wondered if I'd simply been fortunate enough to leave some older aches and pains behind me in my world, but it seems like I've traded one malady for another.