To Ekkehardt's credit, he doesn't say much when greeted by the sight of two obviously beaten up people, one of which has a broken arm.

"Gotten yourself in trouble, have you?" His voice is mild, rather than judgemental, but the again? of that sentence is implicit in his tone. He rises from his chair, stepping over to inspect the most immediate damage. Héctor will feel the light sensation of magic as Ekkehardt figures out what, exactly, he'll need to do to fix his arm.

"Please. Sit. Whatever you did, I'm sure you're weary from it." He says please, but there's a little bit of an undertone in it that suggests obedience would be strongly recommended.