As much as it was, usually, her tactic to let the stubborn refusing help run right into their own physical limitations if necessary, Raine hadn't actually expected that to be the case here. Nor, she thought, had Solomon, going by the suddenness of that muscle spasm. Almost instantly her mind snapped from simple appreciation of form to diagnosis and healing. "Honestly," she said, her tone not unkind but fondly exasperated, and stepped toward him, rested one hand gently flat between his shoulder blades to get a feel for what, exactly, those muscles were doing.

She hadn't noticed any previous difficulties in his movements, and his own reaction read more of annoyance than any severer pain. Muscle cramps related to built-up tension and too long asleep in the same position seemed most likely. "None of your injuries from the Dreaming lingered, correct?" Raine asked aloud anyway, just to be sure she hadn't missed something. And, just a little more quietly, "Let me help."