With the permission granted, his own pair of hands reaches out to survey the damage, a keen eye noting the spray of colors that date the damage. Definitely new, and will definitely hurt a little bit more over time before they start to fade and dull.

He's listening to the blond man speak and reassure, but he's also wondering what he has in his arsenal of supplies that can speed up the healing process. Would Potions do the trick? They were more for health and stamina...but in a circumstance like this...If only I had an ice pack.

Roland decides in a split-second to use the remaining salve from Glorfindel. Nothing like a little elf medicine to soothe, right? He lets go and in his palm, golden light like sparkles materialize a small jar, closed tightly. "Bruises mean you won't be able to use your hands to the best of your ability. It'll be more difficult to defend yourself, or others." He already moves to open the jar to dip two fingers in.

"This is just a topical solution to hopefully, help speed up your recovery." He's about to apply it on the darkest looking bruise before he remembers something important, glancing up. "I'm Roland, by the way. It's nice to meet you." And if there are no other objections, he proceeds to apply the salve. At least it was somewhat cool to the touch.