[ The earnest answer and further compliment get an easy little laugh out of her, and she'll tap her staff on the ground to adjust her grip, subtly pointing it at the boy before her. ]

You're kind to say so; I started young, I suppose. I'm 37. Which put me right around your age going into medical school! Even if you feel you're not impressive yet, everyone grows into who they want to be in life. It takes some stumbling.

Here, I don't want to startle you, but this will help.

[ Then with a little squeeze, her staff opens at the end and a yellow stream of light hits him for a moment; surely that should be enough to settle any nausea and heal that bruise, but...

...Hm. It wasn't doing much. She has no sense for where the nanites go or what they do, but finally the bruise on his head fades, and she'll send a second little zap at him. If it feels like anything, it's a relieving rush like a cool breeze washing over him and nothing more. Thanks to the more permanent versions in her body, most of her aches and pains upon arrival had been dealt with swiftly. A lasting side effect of older testing. ]

Does that feel a little better? The bruise is gone, at least.