Preston watched Healer Moretti as she worked on his shoulder. "C-c-can I-I-I c-c-call y-you M-M-Miss M-M-More?" He asked carefully. "I-I-I h-h-have a-a h-hard t-t-time s-s-say-saying n-names." He stuttered out. He felt like Healer Moretti might not mind considering his stutter, but he was still apprehensive about asking.

"S-so n-n-nothing is b-broken?" He asked her taking the potion from her. He had feared he had broken something, it wouldn't have been the first time...or the last, he was sure. He nodded his head and drank the potion, closing his eyes tightly at the taste of it. "D-d-do I-I n-n-need t-t-to w-where th-this t-t-tomorrow?" he asked referring to the sling. He didn't like it one bit, but if it was going to help, he would. Well, at least try to wear it.