Walt was terribly uncomfortable with having made such a display in front of a relative stranger, even though as a healer he was sure Mr. Browne had seen worse. He accepted the handkerchief and looked a little skeptically at the waste basket, wondering if he ought to retrieve his wand and try to vanish the mess. It did seem a little distasteful to just... leave it there, but as his wand arm was still not attached to his body he would probably only make things worse if he tried to do something about it. And, anyway, a trash can was the only acceptable place for something of that nature. '

"... Thank you," he said after a moment. "Is it — a simple process, to see it reattached?"

The sooner he could have it back on his body, the better. He had stopped vomiting because his stomach had emptied itself, not because he was feeling any less unsettled by the sensation.