She has a list of all the reasons she's not built for this on the tip of her tongue and she thinks that now is the best time to stand up. She rests a hand on his shoulder and gets to her own two feet. It's touch and go, but the precarious wobble fades in the wake of a stubborn insistence that she's fine. "Come on. Walk me to the Clinic and I'll look at the roster of doctors."

She extends a hand out to him, like he's the one who needs coaxing and not her.