You can pick the meat out.

[He can feel himself being sized up, and he frankly doesn't love it. That said, he still can't be that upset about it. If he were sick and in unfamiliar surroundings--well, he has been, and he did worse than be rude by a mile.]

[Then again, some of this doesn't seem so terribly rude after all. He cocks his head to one side.]

As far as I know, there are no doctors here. I could look for herbs and honey, though. What herbs specifically? [He thinks they're for a tea . . .]