Curufin looks up, and there is Will. He smiles. "Fancy meeting you here!"

He becomes surprisingly docile, and he allows Will to poke around and figure out what is what. When Will places his hand on Curufin's head, the Elf relaxes and becomes acutely aware of the bright energy of Acesius' son flowing into his body, with a power both soothing and diagnostic. His eyes slide shut for a few moments.

"Thanks," he murmurs.

He'll let him get the chain mail and the undershirt off without a fuss. It is very uncomfortable to move at all, so he will not even joke about seeing the doctor outside on the lawn instead of here, though, being naturally irreverent, he's tempted.