Lucina: Yah! Haah! Rrraaagh!
Brady: Yeesh, does that gal ever get tired? She's been swinging that sword for hours!
Lucina: Hyaaaah! ...Ngh?!
Brady: Muh? Lucina! What happened? What's wrong?!
Lucina: Oh... B-Brady. It's nothing. My hand slipped and I dropped my sword. ...It's fine.
Brady: Fine? Ain't nothing fine about it! Now gimme a look at that arm!
Lucina: H-Hey! Brady, what are you...?!
Brady: And your neck, too. ...... ...Yup. Figured as much. You're running yourself ragged. No more practice. You need forty winks, and you need it yesterday!
Lucina: What are you talking about? I'm not tired, and I certainly don't have time for a nap.
Brady: Maybe you should stop worryin' about us chumps and listen to your body! You go out on the battlefield like this, and you'll get yourself killed!
Lucina: Just what do you mean by that? How can you—
Brady: Hey! Experienced priest here, remember? I may be hopeless myself, but I can tell a thing or two about other people's health. Now hold still...
Lucina: B-Brady, I don't...
Brady: ...... Body feel sluggish today? Heavier than normal?
Lucina: How could you possibly—
Brady: Swollen neck. Your muscles are inflamed...
Lucina: How would my neck make me feel heavier?
Brady: Neck's the only road what leads between the brain and the body. Every signal's gotta pass through it, and inflammation slows traffic down. Even just a little exertion can wipe ya out like an old rag.
Lucina: Is there a solution?
Brady: I told ya! Get your keister in bed! And stick a cool, moist cloth under your neck while you sleep. When you get up, give your neck a gentle stretch. Roll your head around. Massage it.
Lucina: All right. I'll give that a try... Thank you, Brady.
Brady: No rushing, either! And actually sleep, for the love'a clams! ...Gone already. Typical.