Perfunctorily, he removed his hat and jacket, though his hand hesitated for a moment at the knot of his scarf before he concluded that he was being foolish and removed that as well. As he went through these motions, he listened to what the strange ‘nurse’ had to say, and turned his attentions back to her fully after he had placed his outerwear on the coat rack.

“Even non-magical ailments can be a struggle to remedy when one has no more tools than a muggle,” Cyrus allowed. It was meant to sound gracious, but even as the words left him, the healer wondered if they didn’t sound more critical than anything.

“Her symptoms?” he asked, a hasty change of subject.