"What — You think some instinct is guiding them somewhere?" Hiccup's question is immediate. From the tone of his voice, it's the sound of someone trying to understand than argue. He's certainly not thinking about treatments or evasions, But maybe he's thinking too much of afflictions in herding dragons.

His finger taps the side of his leg as he walked along. Mouth pinching as he thinks to himself — there's a number of healers here, surely they would have figured something out if it was possible. "Are you a healer?" He inquires anyway, glancing at the man and then past him at a young child obviously ailing. Hiccup steps forward without so much thinking of any other consequences.