"......it's your skin."

"...that sounds quite like it would in fact distress you?"

"Yes, but I'm objectively irrational about that."

"Well, I just caused you a rather lot of discomfort in the name of testing your power, and it doesn't actually seem necessary to test this portion of it right now."

"It's up to you, I'll do it if you want me to."

"Let's not."

Nod.

"Do you have a guess as to what the limits of the healing power are, given that it was able to heal a man's infected arm even though the wound wasn't fresh?"

"The benefit associated with the too-hot thing did something to help the arm, and might have been necessary for a complete recovery, but I'm not sure what it did exactly. It doesn't work on outright scars - I still seem to have the ones I remember having - and I'd be very surprised if it worked on, say, allergies, those are very different from injuries. But no two artifacts are perfectly alike so I can't predict it exactly."

"Possibly I should tell the surgeon to contact us about other cases outside of those requiring amputation?"

"Yes. Though would it be possible to have people come here, lest anyone else be singing on the street?"

"Hrm....I suppose at this point we may have enough confidence in your abilities that it would be worthwhile for me to bring the subject to my grandfather and request his permission to inquire further under the guidance of a surgeon. Though I expect there will be restrictions in order to maintain propriety I don't expect those will be permanent." 

"Restrictions like what?"

"We'll have to be sure to be out of the room before any actual medical procedures might occur, there will have to be a chaperone present, and the patients will probably have to be women - and at least somewhat respectable ones at that."

"I assume it doesn't help at all if I announce that I am able to respect anyone I care to. Who would make a suitable chaperone?"

"My hope is that eventually you will become famous enough that you will be able to announce such a thing and no one will be able to gainsay you. One of my grandfather's servants would be acceptable, particularly an older female one."

"You don't count?"

"I'm unmarried, and noble at that, so I would not count as acceptable except for purely social encounters."

"Is there some notional logic to why being married helps?"

"An expectation that women are not able to be sensible about such matters until they are married."

"...matters like treating the injured."

"Yes, especially the treatment of injured commoners."

"What exactly is the unsensible thing we might notionally get up to?"

"You know, I'm not entirely sure."

"I suppose asking is not socially acceptable either."