What's wrong with now, then? [ She works as a counterweight when she pulls him to his feet, a supporting hand at is elbow so the strain isn't all on his wrist and she eases him upright. He doesn't weigh much of anything, thinner than he even initially looked when her fingers cup around the back of his bicep. ] I've been a doctor for twenty years, now; I should hope I'm sufficiently skilled by now.

[ It's admitted with a lopsided smile, looking him over a little more thoroughly once he's on his feet. ]