Francis didn't seem to mind being stared at - in fact, he seemed rather used to it, in that while he obviously noticed it, he made no comment. Perhaps it was from years of purposefully being fashionable and handsome enough to turn heads, perhaps in this instance it was the day or so he had spent getting strange looks from his friends on the island. But either way, Francis smiled at him a little, almost with relief.

"Merci beaucoup, mais... I think it is for the best that I recover on my own, mm? I think all I need is a little rest, and I will be right as rain." And frankly, Francis didn't want to admit that he didn't really trust potions, mostly because of the connotations from his world. Especially not when he had the unfortunate condition of mortality at the moment.