Her language was still squarely esoteric, 'healing' rather than 'helping' or even 'curing' suggesting this Daimon wasn't exactly a doctor in the traditional sense, but Tony supposed it was nice to know Wanda hadn't spent their entire radio silence picking up sleezy demons. Another 'healer' would be good to have around. The next best thing after Wanda recently had been Bruce, and he had a terrible bedside manner; he probably didn't even know about this demon affair. Even with the extra hands, Tony was left echoing, "A few more procedures..." with a sympathetic grimace, because 'procedure' wasn't a fun word to apply to the body, whether it was magical or logical. "Minor? Good pain killers?" he hoped. There was that demon again. Tony gave another wiggle of his fingers, finally abandoning her hair to say, "We're confident in this healing, huh, no more...mistranslating or, uh, inviting bad juju?" That didn't seem like a risk they should have been taking. At least everyone was well versed in the negative side effects of oxycodone.