She slides, between him and the physician, back again, her shoulders are tense still, where she tucks her arms in close to her. Holding fast but little by little, she lowers herself back, grit against the pain that comes with the movement.

Watching that physician carefully, like she's ready for worse when he comes close and it forces a sudden stiff noise of pain out of her when he does go to broach the wound. But when his hands go no further and she undoes her iron fingered grip on the sheets, little by little, small exhale and smaller inhale to try and let herself settle. After that, her eyes slide back to him, fixing him a sight more curious.

"You will return it to me, then?"