"Much of his magic would be impossible without his hands, so it make sense either way," he agrees quietly. Despite a lifetime of learning to use and control his body in what he'd thought every way possible, Fives had had no idea of some of the ways it was possible to move his hands until he'd started working on magic with Quentin, or that there were still ways in which he'd never experienced pain before.

He watches Jedao retreat back to the bed, grateful for that quick kiss, and lets himself finally look properly at Quentin. He looks peaceful, and not like a man in severe pain or close to death. It's reassuring to see for himself, no matter how much he trusts Jedao.

"It's good for that too, I'm sure." He looks around for a place to hang the chimes from now that the food is dealt with. The hanging lamp over the table seems the best choice, and he very carefully fastens it there before bringing two of the bottles over to the bedside table. "One's water, the other's one of the electrolyte solutions," he explains.