"Smooth skin, just what are you doing? Allow old Kroga to take a look at your wound!" she stated as she finally put away her pipe to address the wound. 

She forcibly took his arm to examine the wound for anything truly serious. She let out a little laugh. 

"Haha, is this all? If you were back at my swamp, we'd have to already amputate the arm due to all the flesh eating bacteria already making their assault. Still I suppose only wounds of the heart should be laughed off. And only if it is the third heart that is hurt!" Kroga began to make some noises in her mouth as if she was about to spit, but at the last moment she realized that she was't dealing with the wounds of a lizardfolk. Instead she decided that perhaps the two physiology were perhaps entirely different after all. 

"Hmm...perhaps it would be best to perform your smooth skin rituals of healing instead of my traditional lizardfolk performances"