Pleased that his presence is so well received, Benedict smiles easily at the doctor when she starts to order him around, felling well-used to that sort of thing and more than happy to oblige.

If only he knew what she was talking about.

"I'm afraid I'm not sure," he hedges, frowning slightly, not quite wanting to admit to the fact that he doesn't know what 'tape' is. "I can certainly fetch wood for splints, but as for clips...I do not think we have those in abundance here either." They don't have anything in abundance, really, which is quite frustrating sometimes. More than sometimes. Most of the time. He's learned to compensate, but it's still frustrating.