[Briefly, Luca tries to pull his hands back. It's an instinctive reaction alone, and one that he quickly relaxes out of. It's been ages since he's let someone tend his wounds, and his relative lack of familiarity with Pure Vanilla makes it difficult to outright trust him. Still, even if his experiences with the healer are few and far between, he knows well enough to know that he would not so be highly regarded within the town if he were not of decent character.

So he allows his hands to be inspected, breathing deep as he feels the warmth blossoming within him. It's comforting after how icy the venom had left him feeling. It also makes him drowsy, just as expected, but he does his best to push that urge ddown.]

Mm. You've all been hard at work, haven't you? [He presses his lips into a line.] I had hoped to secure more herbs for a friend to help in your fight, though it appears I have fallen short of that.