I think so. It does not snow for us the way it must for you but still the winters are cold and long. [Especially if Morgoth is influencing the land, but Haldamir is hardly going to bring that up while his King is clearly enticing Maedhros to safer lands by dangling projects in front of him that might appeal.] And there is seldom too many healing herbs in stock. Even with peace there is still many an elf who does something foolish like shoot their friend in the foot. [The relative peace didn't mean the rest of the elves didn't find ways to make trouble for themselves. Haldamir has not been learning all of this time by healing deer and bunnies.]

There was the group that fought a boar and lost, as well. Last month, I believe? [Fingon supplies. None of them had died so he merely rolls his eyes before going right back to frowning.] If you thought it dislocated you could have told me. [THAT he could fix. He sighs. Haldamir is gently testing the shoulder, and then with a sudden movement and a quick "this will hurt, I'm sorry" he pulls the arm back into the socket correctly, immediately pushing healing warmth through it when he is done to try and take away the edge.]