[ The explanation makes Affogato snort softly, carefully putting molotovs and bombs together with Gnosis. ]

Human bodies are so pitiful. You fall apart at the seams for any little reason.

[ Not everyone can be made of dough and magic, Affogato. Still, Affogato will be nice and reach over to place the bottles more towards himself, rather than Gnosis. If he had known- then he snorts. ]

You could simply go to a healer, can you not?