Stephen laughs at the impersonation, a real laugh and not bitten-back, and that’s a rare enough thing to drag out of the doctor. “What am I even doing here, you all don’t even need me when you do such a passable impression—”

He shuffles the papers mostly for the appearance of wrapping up, and then rises to his feet. They’ve meandered horrifically off-topic, but they were just about done anyway. All that remains is the tedious recordkeeping part of it:

“We’ll measure your height, check your pulse, check your lungs, and then you’ll be clear to go. And then I’ll take off my coworker-and-Head-Healer cap, and return to simply being your friend with minimal nagging. Or, well. Somewhat less nagging.”