It was certainly true that he lacked the detailed knowledge of a doctor, but basic anatomy was one of the things Kratos had picked up during his tenure as a knight of Tethe'alla, and four thousand years had been ample time to improve on that foundation. He was starting to regret giving Eugene his two scalpels last night, though: they had probably been lost when the other man dropped them, unless they miraculously turned up in his box later. Still, even with his sword, he could be precise. "I see. I'd prefer to avoid relying heavily on a healer, but who knows what will happen. I take it you've already asked Rapunzel as well.

"I suppose the only question I have left, Castiel, is where you intend to do this..."

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Lingormr slowly walking toward the two of them. He wasn't exactly someone Kratos wanted to talk to at the moment (the feeling was probably mutual), but he was a knight, and knights had manners--most of the time. Lingormr was probably looking to just speak briefly with Castiel anyway.

Kratos bowed his head briefly, and then twisted in his seat to look over his shoulder at Lingormr. "Good afternoon."