Honestly it didn't look like Cassian could do much of anything other than sit there on his stump and wheeze and drool. Menacingly.

"We punched each other about for a few minutes too if ye need to know that. Swats like a fat kid in the playground he does."

Okay no, he'd never had healing magic done on him before, so as much as his lip curled when Drake felt beneath his shirt and inspected his collar bone, he managed to keep his temper if only out of sheer interest to see what happened. The sensation was... admittedly, fascinating as well, sensitive to magic as he was, and the priest shuddered from the contact. Not revulsion, it was just... odd.