Garrot's eyes narrow but once their hands meet and he feels how cold Zafika is, a frown plays at the corners of his lips. When he registers that those are bandages and not just some benign arm wraps, the towering doctor begins to growl.

"What exactly happened to your wrist?" The hand not in the handshake lunges for that arm, hoping to pull it closer to his eyes for a better look. His other hand reaches around behind his body, and there's a moment of sheepishness on his face. "Nonono, hold that thought, and-" The hand comes back, and it's pushing his suit jacket, pockets bulging with... some kind of food bars, into Zafika's lap.

"Take this. I'm a big guy from up north, so it should keep you warm and fed." It's not like he needs a suit jacket or immediate food, it's the middle of a warm island and there's a ton of banquets. Zafika, on the other hand... "Now you can tell me what happened. If that's okay?" ...is not off the hook. Even if Garrot is trying to be real nice about it.