I have a friend at home, Rajai, who rides horses in her own country, and she has a saying about encouragement: the carrot or the stick. I don't suppose you have an estimate on what sort of encouragement healing magic provides to the body? I suppose a little wound wouldn't take much but I can imagine you can heal grievous wounds. The sort of thing a doctor might shake their head at. [There's still a smile on her face since well, it's better to keep it to the lighter side of things when he seems such a sad and serious man, when she wants to do her most daring leaps around him just to see if one day she'll make him laugh the way the patients laugh when she backflips off something and lands on one leg, dropping into a bow just so.]

You don't seem the type to be entirely wrong. Everyone can be wrong, shades here and there, wandering down alleys here and there, looking at it backwards and upside down but I don't think entirely, you're considerate and considering, that makes it very hard to be wrong about the entirety of a thing.