"It's nothing very exciting," he tries. "I'd just... like to be able to go to bed. Move around. That sort of thing."

Maybe if he says it like it's not a big deal the healer will agree with him and give him something that isn't magic that will fix everything so he can actually work as long as he stays out of the Inquisitor's sight.

Optimism!

"They're just flesh wounds."

(Did that sound too hopeful? Maker's breath, he hopes not.)