Thank you. Even more stiffly than before.

Erm.

He forces a smile.

Sigh.

If the problem is that you don't want to risk telling the Enemy things about how you work - maybe have me do several things, and don't let me know which one is the one that actually helps?

No, that's not the problem. It helped. I just - accepting the premise this is real - dislike anyone having that much detail on what happened -

Ah. Yeah. I don't know how much this helps, but I'm not going to tell anyone, and I don't think worse of you for any of it.

I know. Thank you.

Nod. If you'd like me to leave you alone, aside from when I'm here working, I can.

Of course not.

All right.

I'm sorry. Sigh.

You have nothing to apologize for.

I know. I'm just frustrated.

I'm very happy about the situation.

All right.

We can do the next bit in a couple days - let me know if anything starts hurting in the meantime, though, please.

I will.

And off she goes. She keeps their meetings short for the next few days; she's busy enough that that's not particularly strange.

He has notably less scarring.

That's good. And she can do the next round of healing, now.

Yep.

I've been practicing, and I think I can get it almost all done today, if you don't mind taking a couple hours for it. Or I can break it up into shorter sessions, if you'd rather.

All done sounds good.

Yeah, I figured. Okay. And she gets to work.

He sits very still.

She works at a steady pace, reporting only the occasional this is probably going to feel weird or this's going to hurt for a second, and, eventually, all right, that's it for today.

Thank you.