Pressing her lips together, Mabel decided she was entirely set upon keeping this a clean interaction; so clean it was almost clinical. No sentiment. No feelings. No trips down memory lane if she could help it. No more pain than it usually is. Which mean he was in pain almost all the time. She almost huffed out a breath at that, out of the sheer cluelessness of not knowing how else to react. Even so, he didn’t have any external injuries that she could tell. But she wouldn’t be a good healer if she didn’t at least check.

So without so much as a by-your-leave, Mabel took out her wand and drew it through the air. The familiar whirring of a diagnostic spell saw a chart bloom to life in front of her, it’s soft glow throwing their surroundings into relief. Ignoring that, she read the chart. It was one of the more simple diagnostic spells that she had at her disposal, though no less effective. It told her what she needed to know, which was that there were no internal injuries she needed to be worried about and that he was indeed correct. Fine then.

Sighing she let the chart hover over him and sat back on the sand to finally address his comment with a simple, “Yes.” Then, because the healer side of her couldn’t be shut off by sheer force of will: “When you get home you should soak in a hot bath.”

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