At least Bev doesn't push, and Natasha is grateful for that, her lips twisting in a faint wry smile at the mention of rank. No, she can't, but she is a proper medical professional, and Natasha isn't that terrible of a patient.

"I'll keep all that in mind. Don't worry. I'm not planning on pushing myself so hard it takes even longer to heal. I've dealt with cracked ribs before." She forces a slow, deep breath despite the pain, checking the herbs Beverly's given her and making mental notes. "What about the springs? Think that might accelerate the healing process? It seems to do a pretty good job with scrapes and bruises, from what I've seen."